Shine On 

When it comes to savoring all the colorful beauty that is Autumn,

and as much as I love my home


“F A L L S” short in the Autumn department!


Raised in the West, I’m a girl that loves a good cold snap and a crisp breeze.

In my mind’s eye…I’m sitting on a pumpkin’d porch, snacking on an apple cider donut, and warming my hands with a toasty mug of hot chocolate…


(Sadly in reality it’s 92 degrees and my AC is cranked on.) 

Don’t get me wrong, even though we don’t get the lovely fall weather I will totally be doing that, because there’s something about NOT having an authentic Autumn

that makes me-–(and most other Texans I know)—go overboard for it.

We embrace it wholeheartedly. Enthusiastically we bundle ourselves into boots, sweaters, and scarves, rake up our not-so-colorful leaves into piles, and invoke autumnal smells through candles and pumpkin-spiced everything! 

I may not be blessed to live in Autumn splendor, but there is one blessing of the

season that we all share, and that’s the beauty of the Harvest Moon. The beautiful full moon occurring closest to the autumnal equinox is known as the Harvest Moon.

This  year  the  Harvest  Moon  will  appear  on   Friday  the  13th!

(For you EDT folks that’s Saturday, September 14 at 12:33 a.m.)

Because it shines brightly… back in the days prior to electricity, farm work could continue even after the sun went down. Hence the name Harvest Moon.

As daylight faded, the looming darkness didn’t stop the industrious farmer from

going to work. With only the illumination of the full moon, the farmer toiled

away all night in darkness—accomplishing much. 


Sadly, our world has been shrouded in shadows lately.

It can be overwhelming and daunting.

But we can learn a lesson from the conscientious farmer.


Despite  the  darkness ,  it’s  time  to  go  to  work .


‘Tis  the  season  for  sowers  and  reapers.

We can take a lesson from the moon, too.

Shine  on.

Be  a  spotlight  so  that  darkness can’t  prevail.


Friday the 13th, the Harvest Moon will bestow extra light on the world. 

And if there’s one thing I’m absolutely sure of…

  ALIGHT”  harvest is a bountiful one. 


Oh Harvest Moon so big and bright 

Watch over us this quiet night.


*I’ve linked a favorite song…Harvest Moon. It was written by Neil Young for his wife Pegi Young and she is the one dancing with him in this 1993 video.

(sadly Pegi passed away Jan. 1, 2019 from cancer.)



Happy Valentines Day 🖤


⛅️ This is a throwback post because it’s that time of year again…🙂


New year means shiny new pristine calendar.  And lucky for me, my favorite son-in-law just happened to give me an awesome calendar for Christmas. It’s spiral-bound, opens flat, and thanks to pockets, has a place for everything and everything in its place, and, drum roll please…my favorite part, stickers!  I’m sharpie-challenged so the stickers are a real boon for mapping out my exciting life, which mostly consists of appointments, to-dos, activities, and holidays. And who doesn’t love a good holiday? Thanks to the greeting card folks, every month has its own festive celebration, and everyone is partial to one holiday or another.  In keeping with bucking the tide, my holiday of choice is, and has always been, Groundhog Day.


Most folks pass Groundhog Day by without so much as a blink, indifferent to Pennsylvania’s own Punxsutawney Phil and his weatherman-for-a-day predictions. In 1993, the beloved movie, starring Bill Murray brought Groundhog Day out of the shadows, (pun intended). Finally someone was shining the light on my day! Groundhog Day is a bright light in the doldrums of winter. I suppose if I had to live the same day over and over like “Phil Connors” in the movie, I’d get sick of Groundhog Day too.  But I doubt it.


I was already a fan at a young age, but when we moved to Idaho, an event there sealed my fate as Groundhog Days lifelong, number-one celebrant. When I was a little girl, the Methodist church would host an annual “Groundhog Feed”. Every February 2, the Methodist men cooked and served up a hearty breakfast for the masses: pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and the piece de resistance, the “ground” hog, which, surprisingly to my 2nd grade self, was sausage. (Of course, genius!)  I could not believe my luck. Groupies! I was in (ground) hog heaven.


Past holidays had consisted of coloring a groundhog picture at school, or fashioning a groundhog out of construction paper, who would then be attached to a popsicle stick so he could pop up out of a solo cup or shoebox, and “pretend” forecast the next six weeks. These Methodists were taking Groundhog Day to a whole new level, and I was all in.


Surveys show most folks prefer other holidays- any holiday in fact. Groundhog Day didn’t make the top ten-or twenty-or thirty- sadly it’s number 43 as far as holidays go. I’d like to add some sway for those folks, or anyone on the fence, to reconsider Groundhog Day as your holiday of choice. The first great thing about it is, it’s the only holiday with a mystery. ???  To see, or not to see…will he see his shadow and thereby predict a long winter, (dun, dun, dun…) or no shadow, and happy spring? Better than a fortune cookie, and more reliable. The second great thing is that Groundhog Day is the perfect lazy-mans holiday. No shopping, no wrapping, no hours of baking.  As long as you have at least one meal with some “ground” hog, you’re golden.  (mmmm, golden…) Last but not least,  you don’t even have to have your own groundhog!  You can watch Phil do his thing at Gobblers Knob in PA on TV, or you can call in a pinch hitter.  In our family, that honor goes to Jellybean the cat.  She’s an indoor cat, but annually we trek her outdoors as our groundhog doppelgänger, and she uses her mad skills to make her predictions.  And she’s never been wrong-well cats never are, are they?


Whether it’s spring come early, or six more wintry weeks, Groundhog Day comes but once a year. Sure, other holidays may have special gifts, cards, wrap, themes, songs, candy, traditions and foods. None of that claptrap with Groundhog Day. (Do you know how hard it is to even find groundhog party supplies? I get it’s a niche market, but seriously?) No fuss, no muss.  A holiday I can really sink my teeth into.  And you can bet I will. Sink my teeth into, that is…some ‘ground” hog goodness this February 2nd. And JB will make her prediction, but I’ll be tuning in to Phil too, just in case.  And I’ll watch the movie.  Because there’s no Peanuts cartoon to commemorate this special day.  Maybe some day… Till then, you can bet I’ll be sharpie markin’ the days on my spankin’ new calendar with childlike anticipation.


The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.

~Terri Guillemets