As we enter the long tree-lined drive to the farm on a hill the sun is setting over distant treetops: a huge orange-red globe spreading light across early evening sky. Soon after, in the east, a full moon hangs low above the cornfield.
Indoors, ten friends gather ’round the dinner table to celebrate the full moon. Three small pumpkins form a centerpiece— pumpkins hollowed out and lightly baked. In each, a different soup: peach-winter squash, corn-potato, and butternut-apple. Other dishes guests have brought fill the table: carrot salad, sweet potato casserole,
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roasted squash, turnips, sweet potatoes… More good things, but overall what an orange meal rampant with beta-carotene! We’ll all glow with orange energy.
Lots of conversation, then a poet reads a poem by Rumi— serious and mysterious. And one she’s written years ago in mountain country: its title “Autumn Moon.” Big, round—and orange, of course.
