The Home Stretch

Before the work, the wonder... Autumn has arrived. On Sunday night (Oct. 13, the October full moon, the "hunter's moon," rose high over the river. It was a sight to behold. Small wonder that our ancestors worshiped her, and that the Woman Clothed in the Sun in the Book of Revelations—we call her Guadalupe in this hemisphere—stood between her horns, crowned with twelve stars. Ancient hymns describe Mary as " pulchra ut luna," pretty as the moon. I missed last month's full moon entirely: clouded over every night. This month, hints and guesses, and dazzling little revelations between the trees. Patches of moonlight on the fields driving back from masses in Leavenworth on Saturday night. In the middle of the night, I awoke and the world outside my window, and the river, was pure silver. But silver isn't the only color in this season. The world is turning into gold in daylight. Last wednesday I woke early, and it was cold, really cold. T...