The Moon is at the Market

As we pulled into the parking lot at church this morning I heard Bella chanting in the back seat: “God bless the moon and God bless me….” So I joined in and recited the whole rhyme and then asked if she saw the moon. “I don’t see the moon,” she replied. “The moon is at the market. The moon flew away.”

We saw the moon yesterday morning when we were at the farmer’s market. I suppose it is logical to conclude that it stayed there.

4 Responses to The Moon is at the Market

  1. Alice Gunther August 24, 2008 at 11:39 am #

    This sounds fantastic.

  2. Delle August 25, 2008 at 3:57 am #

    A great cook; a fantastic mother and a wonderful wife.

    I don’t know how you do it all. 

    You’ve been given the gift of patience and love, of course.

    God Bless.

     

  3. Nicole August 25, 2008 at 7:05 am #

    I can’t help but think of a scene from “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” when the heroine Millie is picking sorrel as a “wedding bouquet” on her way to her new home.  I’ve never used sorrel, but it always makes me wish to try it in soup as she says…

    Now you’ve cinched it. I’m going to be trying sorrel soon.

  4. Maureen September 4, 2008 at 6:47 am #

    You bought sorrel???

    Sorrel’s a weed. It’s free. It’s in your yard whether you want it or not. The only reason I can imagine buying it is if you live in a desert or can’t bend down. smile

    I have to admit, though, that I’ve never gotten as far as cooking it. I was only plucking up a little and eating it while I sat on the lawn (before my parents got Chemlawn).

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