The moon.
Sitting in my tree.
Looking back at me.
Yeah, that moon. I kinda like it too, Vic.
You know, Aunt Bett and probably your dad didn't even have to know the calendar date. They could tell when it was time to plant whatever they were planting just by looking at the moon. I can remember hearing people ask her if it was time to plant peas, and she'd look at the moon and count a few days forward on her fingers then tell them 'No, wait till 3 more days, then it'll be time.'
How on earth did she do that?
Fun memories, eh Vicki?
