The last few nights there’s been the most beautiful new moon hanging over our house and you can see the faint shape of the old moon in its cradle. I thought of Sir Patrick Spens and those haunting lines:
“Late late yestereen I saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme…”
This new moon has coincided with dry sunny days and when I checked the Farmer’s Almanac, I read that if the crescent Moon holds its points upward, able to contain water, it predicts a dry spell. I’m planting onions, potatoes, red cabbages, and broccoli, so let the dry spell continue.