Worm Moon at Dawn
Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.
“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”
Sunset
Beaver in the pink
Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.
Dawn
Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.
We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.
In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.
Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.
Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.
Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.
Cranes glow at sunset.
A photo of the full moon in the clouds at http://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2016/4/full-moon-medieval-lectures
Off Center & Not Even 