What do you do when you don't know how to use all those fancy dials and switches for night shots on your Canon? And what do you do when the Moon Phase is a Waxing Crescent at 4% of Full and you aren't even sure it is going to show up between the clouds? And what do you do when you don't have any celestial photos in your archives, and you don't have any heavenly decor hanging on your patio or deck? What do you do when you have nothing to post for Day 7, Harvest Moon" on the Two Weeks in Autumn photo Challenge?
You panic because it's after dusk. You race to take a photo of your bounty of acorn squash and the zucchini. You groan at the Leeks in the background and hope you find a home for most because you can't possibly cook and eat that much soup. You sigh because you know you'll have to explain how the Zinnia starts got mixed up with the vegetable starts and that's why they bloom in gay profusion between the peppers and the squash. You appreciate your husband because you noticed he removed the dead tomato plants that withered before they yielded any fruit.
And then you set your flash and snap a photo of him reaching for the perfect courgette and you know you've scored a "Harvest Moon."
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.