Harvest Moon: All the Good Friends

When the already eclipsed moon slips out of the shadow of the mountain that rises abruptly to the east of where I sit on our deck with my companions Blue and Bella (Lyn is in Fairbanks, Alaska and has shoveled 7 inches of snow today from her sister’s long driveway), I can hear Neil Young’s “because I’m still in love with you . . . on this harvest moon” in my mind and I think “one of these days I’m gonna sit down and write a long letter to all the good friends I have known, and it won’t be long, won’t be long.”

The moon rises in the V between two peaks, still occluded, not bloody red like I had been led to expect but more orange. We should call this a pumpkin moon, I think, but that is more Charlie Brown than apocalyptic and what’s the fun in that?

My son Sam texts that we have made a mistake and should all be together for the portentous even and I reply that we’re better spread out so some may survive and he says he’s going to make a bacon sacrifice and I tell him bacon isn’t kosher and doesn’t he have a lamb?

I raise my glass to the moon as it starts to lighten around the bottom left edge, sniff the peaty smoke lifting off the Laphroaig single malt Lyn gave me for my birthday, sip the sharp and mellow distillation from the Isle of Islay and think the scent and the taste and the sight of the dark moon are a single complex body.

A car has stopped on Oak Drive, maybe 100 yards below where I sit. The driver doesn’t know, I surmise, how sound travels in this elbow of the mountains, and she talks to someone on her phone while her lights burn through the scrub oak and I hear her explain that “Heavenly Father doesn’t . . .” and I can’t make out the rest although the conversation continues.

My son Nate texts: “Speaking of blood moons, Ellie’s belly just went through the new moon phase and is moving toward full” Sam texts “Does that mean she’s pregnant?!!” And I ask “Pregnant under a blood moon?”

Nate confirms all our suppositions and I think I’m lucky to be a father and grandfather and my son Joe texts “God Bless the Moon / and God Bless me, / And God Bless the / one that I can’t see” and I add to the glow with another sip of the rare whiskey and Blue stirs and Bella climbs on my lap and the woman below quits talking and puts her car in gear and drives down off the mountain and with the moon more than half lit I turn in.

Richard Gate took this photo from his deck while I gazed through binoculars and rick gate moontried to get my own photos with a cellphone. White blur after white blur. Thanks Rick.

About Scott Abbott

Ph.D. in German Literature from Princeton University, 1979. Then I taught at Vanderbilt University, BYU, and Utah Valley State College. At Utah Valley University, I'm Director of the Program in Integrated Studies and former Chair of the Department of Humanities and Philosophy. My publications include a book on Freemasonry and the German Novel, two co-authored books with Zarko Radakovic (published in Serbo-Croatian in Belgrade), and translations of a book by Austrian author Peter Handke and of a catalogue of an exhibit called "The German Army and Genocide." More famously, my children are in the process of creating good lives for themselves: as a model and manager, as a teacher of Chinese language, as a watershed scientist and science writer, as a jazz musician, as a corrections officer, as university students, and as parents. I share my life with UVU historian Lyn Bennett and our yellow dog Blue. Some publications at http://works.bepress.com/scott_abbott/
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4 Responses to Harvest Moon: All the Good Friends

  1. flowerville says:

    you’re a lucky man, stay happy. i missed the whole moonthing, so it was good to read about it here.

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  2. Chuck says:

    Our Mellon grant is up and running, I’m spending a couple of days a week on it, about all the work I can do right now. I’ll forward a report on our first meeting, as an FYI. I enjoyed your moon posting. Thanks.
    I don’t know if its true or not, but read that the SL Trib get sold?
    Chuck

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