The Garnet Star. A Red Giant.

April the 1st, Easter Sunday, still in darkness, but with an unseen hint of Sunrise, just enough to set the Birds singing, I stood and savoured the start of the new Day that greeted me.  Blackbirds sang and pheasants called, a waning gibbous Moon still hung low in the western sky and Owls hooted from the dark protection of the surrounding woods, only minutes of their night remained. This was the transition of night into day. The Morning air chilled my face. There was no wind, the chill just seemed to gently touch my skin, as if it had substance, letting me know it was there.
Banjo the Donkey who lives on yonder farm, brayed his lungs out “hee-haw – hee-haw,” ducks, safe in the inky darkness of their pool, quacked their humorous laughing quack, and the sound of their splashing, as they squabbled reached my ears.
I daydreamed as I stared at Jupiter, which was second only to the Moon in dominating the celestial bowl. Lost in thought, I became oblivious of the waking day and allowed myself time for my eyes wander around the paling sky, and that’s when I saw it, the Garnet Star. It is massive, but in a one-dimensional sky only its colour makes it stand out. Producing 100 times the energy of our Sun, and having a Disc that measures fifteen AU’s across ( 1 x AU = 93 MILLION MILES, that’s how far it is to the Sun and how Astrologers measure distance within the universe.) this Star, if placed in the position of our Sun, would fill space out as far as Jupiter and beyond. Now that is what I call big, and to top it off, it is expected to go Super Nova!
The night sky is full of these red gems – Antares – El Superbo, and many more. For myself, these titbits of information make the night sky three-dimensional and not that flat barrier of silver dots.
The Garnet star is up there now, but this Morning (April 2nd) it is hidden behind dense grey cloud, and rain falls, dripping from the thatch in plips and plops, an unidentifiable tune to accompany to the now singing Birds.
It’s time to put my coat on and serve them their breakfast.

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