Today was an off day, cleaning up after the Men’s Breakfast and buying indoor plants to dress the baptismal font for the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord tomorrow. Tomorrow is also the forty-fifth anniversary of my own baptism.
I was grateful to Mike for texting me just after 7.00 tonight to watch the moon rise. It was a full moon, burnished gold in the ground fog and just rising above the hill. Something close to a harvest moon. I watched it rise through the gnarled bare branches of the oak trees, like a scene from Dracula’s castle. A spectacular sight that I had not witnessed in my twenty years in California.
A Year at the Snake 