Blessing Moon: Time for Tending

Little Lad & I spent a nice part of the day transplanting & tending to the plants in the greenhouse together. I thought about the Moon; Her fullness, swelling, increasing,  blooming. I made this the focus of my rumination as I cared for the tiny herb & poppy seedlings, the young vegetables, the hearty tomatoes & my Little Lad. We left our labors feeling deeply satisfied with our completed efforts. Giving, caring, tending. So sweet, so satisfying.

Letters & libations for the
Blessing Moon.

My manner of honoring the Moon this Esbat did not turn out as anticipated, but plans do change sometimes. I thought I would be joining some local folk in a Full Moon rite, but instead, I spent the evening at home with the family -- not unlike most Esbats. Little Lad & I made petite picture-notes for the Lady & set them out on the porch in a vase with a glass of Warrior Port. Sweetness... like the Moon, well rounded. 

"Missing You." Our letters for the Lady of the celestial sphere.