I still can't get a good moon capture, but I had to share a story from my friend on FB today, so I decided to upload this one. Last evening, Michael and his dad (who is in his 90s) went out to view the full moon. Ray said that when he was a boy, the family would go out into the fields at night during the Harvest moon to pick cotton. The farmers had extra time to bring in the crops and that's why it was called Harvest moon. So Michael and Ray went into the garden to pick okra by the light of the moon. Wish I had been there to capture it!
It's a shame you can't get a good moon capture. Such a shame. All you got is an awesome moon capture, and I rarely use that word. This is a wowzer, Lin, and your story is really nifty. I bet Michael's father loved being out there harvesting okra with his son. (My father was also named Ray.)
I was born in the County of Wiltshire and if you were born there you are called Moonrakers. The story goes:
This name refers to a folk story set in the time when smuggling was a significant industry in rural England, with Wiltshire lying on the smugglers' secret routes between the south coast and customers in the centre of the country.[2] The story goes that some local people had hidden contraband barrels of French brandy from customs officers in a village pond. While trying to retrieve it at night, they were caught by the revenue men, but explained themselves by pointing to the moon's reflection and saying they were trying to rake in a round cheese. The excise men, thinking they were simple yokels, laughed at them and went on their way. But, as the story goes, it was the moonrakers who had the last laugh.
@ladymagpie What a fun and interesting story! With the workday I'm having, I could use a barrel of that brandy right now! Or a trip to the moon would be nice too. Thanks so much for stopping by and entertaining me!
This name refers to a folk story set in the time when smuggling was a significant industry in rural England, with Wiltshire lying on the smugglers' secret routes between the south coast and customers in the centre of the country.[2] The story goes that some local people had hidden contraband barrels of French brandy from customs officers in a village pond. While trying to retrieve it at night, they were caught by the revenue men, but explained themselves by pointing to the moon's reflection and saying they were trying to rake in a round cheese. The excise men, thinking they were simple yokels, laughed at them and went on their way. But, as the story goes, it was the moonrakers who had the last laugh.