Yes, it is a nostalgic time of year Sharon. I am thinking about you tonight as I watch out my own kitchen window waiting to see the Hunter's Moon rise over the towering oaks. It's making me wait tonight too just as you waited 5 years ago and 60 years ago.
I'm sure you're waiting again for that moon to peep over the rim of trees above your head, waiting for it to light that holler. I can see you watching the smoke curl up from the fire and your nostrils flare at the sweet scent of the cane boiling.
Tonight we'll both be waiting and watching for that old moon to rise high enough to clear the trees and shine down painting everything with a silvery glow and casting moon shadows.
I'm glad you're home in your mountains my friend.
