Two Shots At the Worm Moon

The first full Moon of Spring 2021 is a wake up call to the red, red robin and a doomsday alert for earthworms catching a bit of the sun. Photo courtesy of Old Farmers Almanac

The past year of lockdowns included the memory of “I Got You, Babe” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyBSrBqogPY playing on a cheap bedside alarm clock on Ground Hog’s Day. Then along came the shots that were heard but not felt by all ‘round the world. Color me lucky, like my Irish forbearers. Due to an abundance of acquired birthday candles, I’ll celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with a second shot.

My Wild Irish Gnomes. Photo JAL

Opening numbers begin the march toward a performance’s finale – whether grand or humble – they set the tone for what follows. Tennyson saw weeding the past as, “the old order changeth yielding place to the new”.  The old Roman calendar kicked off the new year with March, by honoring Mars, the god of war. Romans evidently believed prosperous years were won with spirited conflict and juicy battles. We’ve spent a year under siege, battling mortality and wrestling with morality. I’ve had it with this existential duel and enlisted with warriors in a campaign to defeat a viral enemy. I’m not gonna waste my shot regretting what we couldn’t do for the past year or refusing to make peace with people whose beliefs I do not share. I’m aiming to work for things I believe and playing nice with others. Like Hamilton, I’d like to create a legacy of fortitude and passion.

Today we sprang forward and left behind a bear of a winter. When our son was a wee lad he observed, “you know its spring when it smells like worms outside.” Whether March crowns with a lamb or lion, spring will commence with the Full Worm Moon. After a long winter burrowed deep into our homes let’s wiggle our way through spring out in the open and take a few chances with birds. Aim to make the best of the bears, lions, lambs, and worms in your life. Or as my dear Irish Mom (who we laid to rest on a St. Patrick’s Day) would wish, “May your troubles be less and your blessings be more, And nothing but happiness come through your door.”

Beatrice. Thanks, Mom.

4 thoughts on “Two Shots At the Worm Moon

  1. I’m with you. We can have a military style breakout from Winter’s siege into the warmth and brightness of buds and bees, and the sounds of laughter just behind the enemy’s frosty lines. And our success will be measured by the the puttering of boat engines and spiraling sea gulls, as we struggle to gain the spoils of battle stowed in our coolers. Charge onward!… but stay clear of the Light 600.

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  2. Was in a band called the Robbins in the eighth and ninth grade, we were so bad the end the worms hid from us. Good stuff here! Luv, Big G

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