Sunday, September 22, 2019

When The Moon Comes

When The Moon Comes

Picture book
Paul Harbridge's When The Moon Comes is a magical book taking
readers back to a time when children would wait for a special moment,
parents didn't feel the need to micromanage their activities, and both
generations could read the seasonal signs of nature.
After a mild November there is a December cold snap and the
beaver flood freezes. The kids want to play hockey. Arthur reminds
them they must wait for the full moon. When it snows Arthur reassures
them the ice is waiting under the snow. Finally it is time...
...and the kids are more than ready to enjoy a tradition
probably passed down through the decades directly from older to
younger kids without parental mediation.
Harbridge's text and Matt James' illustrations blend perfectly
to convey the children's excitement and the vivid sense of time and
place that is too often lacking in today's fast paced world.
On a purrrsonal note, I know it's probably hard to understand why I
get so desperately lonely at home. I adore my husband. But you can't
expect one person to meet all your needs. Sometimes he's at camp. I
want him to go as often as he can. He deserves it. But when it's
night and he's away I see every shadow and hear every unexpected
noise. Also he's an introvert who needs to recharge after work by
watching his big ass tv. I prefer books and companionship at night.
The kids used to be that. So when they grew and flew Joey took over.
He was all I needed to feel like I'm not on the other side of the
moon. Now without him situations that I could have handled with him,
like being sick on my birthday, feel unbearably sad.
A great big shout out goes out to the best little cat in the world who
left massive paw prints on my broken heart.
jules hathaway


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