What a show it was last night! We counted twenty-nine shooting stars! I told the younger ones the story of Saint Lawrence and his famous quote, and how the meteor shower window coincides with his feast day. During the Rosary the kids were allowed to shout out a number, provided the rule was followed: at least two of us needed to see one for it to be counted. Most of them, especially the big, sky-crossing slower ones, we all saw.
Number Four found constellations and told us how to find the North Star. The big dipper never looked so perfect--ready to dip us some soup? And the Milky Way... it looked amazing through Husband's very powerful field binoculars. (We lost our not-so-good telescope during one of our many moves, but I have a hunch Husband is investigating acquiring one, due to the number of web pages open on telescope reviews.)
I pondered on how we can possibly come in the house and sleep knowing the amazing star show is on, meteor shower or not, every night. Which provoked a discussion on how many nights are not starry nights, due to climate, or moon.
We are looking forward to doing it again-- with Number One who arrives today!