Blue, blue, the Moon is Blue - I

Here it is, the long awaited evening. Katie remembered this sacred event and saw the moon rising in the east on her way to IL. (I've heard that Blue Moons can play havoc with the electric grid. Hope there are no turkey breasts in the oven in IL.) My view here at the center of the universe is blocked by magnificant Blue Spruce trees which set the line of demarcation between civilization and the ghetto. Blue is good, be it moons, trees, or summer afternoon skies. I'll check progress after supper, and let you know.