By Rachel Barenblat
Tonight's moon obscures most stars from view, but
I want to rename the ones that remain: turn
the huntsman into the man who stood up to Pharoah
even when his syllables faltered, the dipper
into a mikveh for washing away what hurts.
The great wheel of the galaxy is an angel,
and the fiery heart of every nebula unfolding...
Friday night angels and seder constellations:
bring us the wholeness of knowing that our bonds
are already broken, that freedom is already here.
Our Labor Day plan had been the Maryland Renaissance Festival, but as with the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire on Sunday, Cheryl couldn't go, nor could most of the friends we usually meet there. So we postponed that visit as well and instead went to Brookside Gardens, which still has lots of flowers, particularly roses outside and begonias in the conservatory, as well as many geese, herons, turtles, frogs, butterflies, grasshoppers, and songbirds:
We had some shopping to do -- kitty litter, Pier One's end of summer sale, plus Roots Market since we were up that way so vegan pepper steaks, yay -- then we came home for veggie burgers and tater tots. We were surprised to discover that the season finale of Will was on, so we spent the evening around the Nationals victory and Orioles defeat catching up on the show though we won't get to the finale till we finish the episode before it. Hope everyone celebrating had a nice Labor Day!