Easter eve morning, Charlie and I go for a short walk. For some reason, Suzi doesn't want to join us. Our walk is quick – too quick for either of us to feel satisfied, but today is a shopping and de-cluttering and prepping day for the Easter dinner we host tomorrow for a large and lovely crowd of kids and cousins, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters. I enjoy setting up the tables, arranging the flowers, making the cookie dough to refrigerate for the sugar cookies to become frosted bunnies and carrots tomorrow. Still, the day without enough outdoor time feels incomplete. I step out into the evening, briefly, to admire the moon.

I take two only two pictures today, and posting them tonight, I realize how similar they are, as if the morning photo anticipated the evening one. First, a piece of white plant fluff floating in the dark brook. Later, this moon, tonight, beaming full over the yard above the river. I learn this moon is called a Paschal moon, because it's the full moon before Easter. It's also a  blue moon – the second full moon this month - and the first one was called the worm moon, because the Native Americans believed it was a signal to stir the earth worms. And, most charmingly, another delightful detail I learn about this moon from Country Living, is that it's also called a sap moon:

Imagining sap running through taps of maple trees under a full moon is a sweet way to end this day.