We have a creek near here called Three Moon Creek. The story goes: an early settler camped on the creek one full moon night. As he bent to fill his billy can with water from the stream he saw three moons, one in his billy, one in the water of the creek and one the moon itself. I was reminded of this when I looked out at the full moon. There they were – three moons. One in the sky, one in the fish pond and one reflected on the plant box behind.
