China celebrated it's Mid-Autumn festival earlier this week. It's a time of coming together with family, gazing at the moon at remembering loved ones both far and near.
Sunday night at The Bungalow we unwrapped the boxed mooncakes we bought @ Chinese School and brewed a micro pot of chrysanthemum tea. (The Three love to watch the tightly packed dried flower blossom in the hot water). We sipped the fragrant tea out of tiny cups, the mismatched cups of varying styles that the girls picked out themselves at the tea shop along along the Nan Shan market in QD.
The night was flooded with memories ...
With thoughts of friends on the other side of the globe ...
With comments on how we celebrated last year, in our QD garden, gazing at the full moon over the yellow sea ... with moon cakes (of course) and possibly Tsingtao pijiu for the adults. Last year at this time we had just discovered that our time in China was ending. We had just found out, but we didn't know yet where we would end up. That Mooncake Festival was especially poignant. We ended by releasing a paper lantern from the back yard, and watched as it's flame illuminated the thin red paper and the wind carried it out across the water.
This year we went out on the front porch of The Bungalow, gazed at the full moon and named people we knew and loved on the other side of the world.
We ate the moon cakes, even though we don't really like them, and then Bei Bei adding a new tradition of her own, asked if she could howl at the moon.
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1 comment:
howling sounds perfect!
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