We lit our bonfire, ate our hamburgers (with ketchup, sweet relish, soft organic rolls, and garden sprouts) with wine. Then we saw a bright light through the trees on the hills and we watched in a we as the full moon – the Worm Moon – rise in front of us and over the tops of the trees.

The full moon that appears in March is called the Worn Moon.

Native Americans called this last full moon of winter the Worm Moon after the worm trails that would appear in the newly thawed ground. The Worm Moon of March was sometimes referred to by other names associated with Spring.

There isn’t much thawing yet here, and I had to come in after several hours, got too cold and stiff. Maria is still sitting out there, I’ll go bring her some tea. The pagan in  her is celebrating tonight, I love her for her love of life.

I took this photo with my long lens, I liked it a lot, that was the feeling tonight sitting out in our pasture behind the farmhouse.