It’s the moon I love the most in Martinborough – more so than the sun, although the days are gorgeous.
The lovely moon
The moonlight turns the paddocks blue and edges the backs of the cows in silver.
If you walk through our olive grove on a clear night, the moonshadows under every tree look like dark, round puddles.
The big Macrocarpas at the bottom of the grove become looming silhouettes against the moonlit sky.
When you get back up to the house, the moonlight spills in all the windows and floods the long deck out front.
There are four Cape Cod chairs out there, placed in a circle. The chairs are white, but in the moonlight they look almost phosphorescent blue. Thick lines from the pergola above them criss-cross shadows all around. The climbing rose and the wysteria nearby hide the outdoor dining table in darkness, and that end of the deck transforms into a safe, shadowy cave underneath all the stars.
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