BIG MICK'S COLD MORNING WALK...

Into the darkness the daylight was creeping;
Frosty temps set the mourning doves weeping;
The new day rose cold and we saw the proof
In the layers of ice on the ground and the roof.

                                   --Rose & Mick, Saturday morning, 3-19-2016

'BEAUTY COMES BEFORE MY EYES/ ON THE GROUND AND IN THE SKIES'...

What a gorgeous sky all day... The dramatic clouds before noon would have been impossible for anyone to capture, be it artist or photographer; you had to BE there. The blue-sky afternoon was filled with cumulus sailing through the field of our sky like prairie schooners. And now I'm watching the effect of evening. We'll have beauty until dark. And so good night, so we can watch it all.

RAINY-DAY SUNDAY...

Sunday has arrived in my valley

with cold rain, wet feet and bluesy birdsong,

clouds over her head and mud under her feet. 

Umbrella weather.

                                ---Rose Moore  3-13-2016