Raspberries in a row (ok, they're from the store.  Wild raspberries aren't yet ripe.)

Raspberries in a row (ok, they're from the store. Wild raspberries aren't yet ripe.)

Yesterday the full moon glowed round and white in the night sky.  I’m assuming it did.  Probably some of you might verify this.  The calendar announced it was the full moon.  But I haven’t even glimpsed Ms. Raspberry Moon since maybe last weekend.

The Anishinabe  (Ojibway) call this July moon “The Raspberry Moon”.  Last month was the Strawberry Moon.  And next month is simply “The Berry Moon.”  As we discussed last month, I think the berry ripening seasons have shifted over the years.  Or else the moon-namers came from more southern climates. 

We Upper Peninsula folks have been experiencing ripening wild strawberries for a couple weeks now.  The cultivated berries are ready to be picked on local farms. The red raspberries won’t stain our fingers and lips and tongues until late July or early August.  And the wild blueberries and huckleberries burst into peak flavor some time next month. 

Nonetheless, in an attempt to honor the “Raspberry Moon” I happily discovered some raspberries in the refrigerator and decided to photograph them outside yesterday.  Does this qualify as “playing with your food”? 

Does this look like a Raspberry Moon?

Does this look like a Raspberry Moon?

OK, moving on to today’s outdoor adventure.  I enjoyed another day outside with friends!  This time my friend Jennifer (and one of her twin daughters) and I sat outside her house by the Ravine River.  We sipped coffee brewed with freshly ground beans and made with a french press.  It was another awesome magical time.

Doesn't it look like a peaceful scene sipping coffee by the river?

Doesn't it look like a peaceful scene sipping coffee by the river?

We haven’t sipped coffee together since maybe last Thanksgiving, so this felt like precious time together.  Her daughters are growing up so quickly it’s hard to believe they will start 8th grade next fall.  One of the twins opted to stay inside, but Winter and her mom posed for this photo inside the screened-in tent when the mosquitoes started lunching on the coffee drinkers.

Jen and Winter

Jen and Winter

It’s always strange this time of year.  It always feels like sometime in early July the energy gets much more intense.  Old friends start coming out of the woodwork, so to speak.  People you haven’t seen in the previous months suddenly call and want to get together.  It happens every year.  Suddenly you don’t have enough hours in the day.  The weeks start to fast-forward really fast, propelling rapidly through summer.  Before you know it, the August Berry Moon will be rising. 

I’m still hoping to glimpse the Raspberry Moon.  However, if you have to stay up until past 10:30 when it gets dark to glimpse her…it probably won’t happen.  It’s 9:30 p.m. and I’m already thinking bedtime.

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