“For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I have a fear of oversleeping. I’ll often check my alarm clock 3 or 4 times before I fall asleep, that’s just me. Yesterday morning, I opened my eyes and the room was full of light. It’s never light when I get up for work, I knew I had overslept. I sprung out of bed, put on my slippers and glanced at the clock, it was 4:00 a.m. As I took a peek through the blinds, like a beacon directing the sailors, there was a full moon.
The full moon dates back to Native Americans of a few hundred years ago. In order to keep track of the changing seasons, tribes gave each recurring moon a distinctive name. The names applied to the entire month in which it occurred. Although there have been some variations in the moon names, the same ones were used throughout the Algonquin tribes from New England and continued west to Lake Superior.
The full March moon that woke me from a peaceful sleep is called the Worm Moon. Native Americans referred to this as the last full moon of the winter after worms left a trail on the newly thawed ground, inviting the return of the robins. The Worm Moon is sometimes referred to by other names associated with the signs of spring. When the cawing of the crows signaled the end of winter, the more northern Native American tribes referred to the full moon in March as the Crow Moon or the Sap Moon, marking the time when maple sap begins to flow.
Despite the arrival of spring last week, winter has not released its grip on Charlotte. We’ve covered our sensitive plants at night as temperatures dip down into the low 20’s. I would venture to say, there won’t be any worm trails this month, but April’s moon is the Pink Moon, an affirmation that winter is finally over.