Thursday, April 12, 2018

MICK & ROSE: FINDING SPRINGTIME...


Oh what an afternoon for Mick and me!  A sunny 70 degrees, and temp still rising. Quite breezy, but still a perfect day for our long, delightful walk!
 
Afterward I brushed you, Mick. You stood obedient and still. Then we walked together once again; along the woodland paths; down the side paths to the barn and creek; we didn't want to leave the warm outdoors.


If colder weather does revisit us from time to time, today convinced us both that winter's finally beginning to relinquish her cruel and ceaseless grip.



*AND NOW THE DAY IS ENDING. 
On my porch above the creek and woods, the air still warm, I sit with Mick and listen sleepily to singing of the tree-frogs, who have just emerged from hibernation. 

Ah, perfect day and evening! And there will be more tomorrow; even warmer! As to when and where we'll sleep tonight, who knows? The warmth will linger through the night. We may sleep on the porch.



Saturday, April 7, 2018

K9 PSYCHOLOGY...



I was just thinking...

When I talk with my dog, it's not about politics, war or religion; it's not argumentative or sarcastic...

It's a small piece of pure relaxation in a world that seems to have very little of that.

Why doesn't EVERYONE have a dog?


Monday, April 2, 2018

MICK IN THE MORNING: DAY AFTER EASTER...

7 A.M....WATCHING THE MOON SET IN THE WEST...LISTENING TO WILD TURKEYS IN THE WOODS... 


BRIGHT MOON ONE DAY FROM FULL,  SETTING IN THE WEST BEHIND THE TREES..

ROSE AND MICK ON MORNING WALK...


Monday, 4 a.m.... It's quiet as an empty church, with the barest hint of moving air to chill our skins...  

My big dog Mick and I are out together walking, as we do every morning in this wooded valley property where we make our home... 


Today there is no bird song;there are no coyotes howling in the distance;there is no sign of early traffic passing on the way to work...


Stars above our heads are strung like decorative garden lights between white clouds. A white-bright moon, one day from full, is shining down upon on us, tossing tree-shadows to the ground like exclamation marks.


"Not a bad looking morning for a Monday, Mick," I say aloud to my big dog, who wakes me early every morning for our pre-dawn walk... The weather doesn't matter; this is what we do; our grand tradition...


A prolonged winter of extremes has made these early walks unduly painful lately, but on this morning I don't really mind that Mick is moving leisurely beside me, beneath this gentler sky... Taking his good time; ambling, rambling, going nowhere special...


It may be damp, it may be frosty, it may be inky-dark... But something in the air is telling us that spring is in the wings... just waiting... 


Big Dog senses it, and so do I. 
Soon the winter will be booted off the stage! 

Sunday, April 1, 2018

A MAGICAL SNOW ON AN EASTER MORN...


I cherish the long-ago memory of a surprise April snow that came in the night after a warm Easter Eve. 


On that Easter morning, I awoke before dawn, and I drove through snow in the darkness, on my way to attend Sunrise Service in a small country church.

A big, bright round moon appeared in front of my car, tossing its brightness onto the snow and lighting my way to the church. 

It was magical; and somehow it seemed it was planned just for me. 

Whenever I think of it, I still whisper, 'Thank you, God.' 

Saturday, March 31, 2018

WALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT, EASTER EVE...


Saturday morning, 4 a.m., 25 degrees...

I woke from sleep to see the valley mists had risen up to drink the light of a big, round moon, almost full, and the darkness glowed.


Big Dog and I walked under that big moon, and I did not really need the heavy metal flashlight I was carrying... unless, of course, I ran into a bear and could use it as a weapon?


Tomorrow is Easter, and I look forward to that holy, joyful day... though I would not be surprised if the weather pulled some sort of April Fool's joke on us. 


Over time on Easter, after all, we have been visited with every sort of weather a human could imagine... and a cold front IS predicted in my northeast Ohio, and in other places, speeding in to hit us late this afternoon; or overnight.


Of course, we could be hit by a runaway Chinese space station instead, so I won't complain about a little snow and cold!

Rose says happy Easter to you!

Monday, March 26, 2018

STARS FALLING OVER ME AND MY DOG...

Good morning to you! ... 5 a.m. in the dark outdoors, walking with Mick. 

Stars so big and bright and spectacular, they seem to be falling around us. (Or are WE being transported upward among them?)

This is our last star-struck morning this week, I believe. Clouds and rain will prevail over most days of Holy Week.

But today, the temps will be rising and the sun will be shining around us all day, as the new week begins.

Friday, March 23, 2018

GOOD NIGHT FROM A 'SKY WOMAN'...

  

SUNDOWN IN THE WESTERN SKY... 

   A parfait of cloud and color, reflected in a rippling creek...
   The clouds are rapidly thinning, clearing the way for a visibly starry night, with a waxing crescent moon. 
   I sit back in my chair, and through the skylights looking down at me, I see that silver crescent moon, not far from moon-set.
   I'll take that as my good night from the skies. Temps have stalled at 32 all afternoon and are now swiftly falling. 
   Warm quilts are all the more appealing on such evenings. Early or not, that's where I'm headed. 

GOOD NIGHT, SKY!
   
     

Monday, March 19, 2018

WORDS FROM ROSE: THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT THE VERNAL EQUINOX

   Tomorrow is the vernal equinox, the official beginning of spring. 
(The word equinox comes from the Latin words aequus for equal, and nox for night). 
   Because our planet doesn’t orbit upright but instead is tilted on its axis, the equinox is the time when the Northern and Southern hemispheres trade places in receiving the sun’s light and warmth most directly. 
   That occurs twice each year, once in spring and once in fall, when the tilt of the Earth’s axis and Earth’s orbit around the sun combine in such a way that the axis is inclined neither away from nor toward the sun. 
   At this point, the Earth’s two hemispheres receive the sun’s rays equally, and night and day are approximately equal in length.
   As an inhabitant of the Earth’s Northern Hemisphere, you may have noticed over the past weeks that the sun has been rising earlier and setting later. You may have noticed, too, that the sun at sunrise and sunset has gradually been changing its position southward and northward.
   And if you live on a curving highway as I do, it's also fun to know equinox day is a good time to determine due east and due west from your property. Simply stand at a certain spot and watch to see the points at which the sun rises and sets, in relation to other landmarks on your property. Those two points are due east and due west!
   Now you know! Whether you wanted to or not!

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

THIS EVENING FROM ROSE & HER BIG SILLY DOG...

Good night to you all from Rose and her silly big dog. 

We got some blue sky just before sundown, and that imparted some color into the creek, and some spirit into my dog. 


Mick danced and he pranced and he leapt through the snow like a dolphin... 


Perhaps he was thinking of our warm-weather games that will come when the springtime returns.


Hope springs eternal. Keep the faith. Springtime will come. Ask my big dog.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
'SNOW-FROLIC!"

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

RECEIVING MY FIST SMART-PHONE--FEB. 2018

UH-OH... WHAT DOES A 77-YEAR-OLD WOMAN DO WHEN SHE DISCOVERS THIS PHONE JUST MIGHT BE SMARTER THAN SHE IS?

Sunday, March 4, 2018

THROUGH PHOTOS: LIFE IN THE SNOWBELT IN MARCH...

I LOVE MY CREEK IN ALL SEASONS, EVEN IN SNOW


MORNING SNOW UNDER PORCH LIGHTS
SUNSHINE ON THE SNOW


POOR DOG, HE STILL LIKES THE SUN PORCH, EVEN WHEN IT'S A SNOW PORCH





Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Thursday, February 1, 2018

"MICK WITHOUT THE ICK" ...


             ICKY MICKY GOT A BATH...
                                                       
                         AND NOW A BETTER SMELL HE HATH!!




MICK WITHOUT THE ICK

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

'HOW OFTEN DO WE PRAY/'...


  • I wrote the following on January 30, 2018 at 4:14,  as an impulsive & free-form answer to Andre Bernier on his WeatherJazz episode in which he asks his readers an "open-ended" question: HOW OFTEN DO YOU PRAY?
AND I WROTE:
I don't keep count, but it has to be fairly often, that I thank the Lord for all the good things that have visited my life; for they have brought me happiness and inspiration. I thank Him too for helping me to overcome the troubles and the sorrows, for they have made me stronger. I thank Him for the beauties that surround me; they are my consolation, and I promise Him I'll make a point of really seeing them, with eyes wide open. I sometimes ask Him how He came up with His plan for what my life would be; there was such a mix of everything as years went by. And yes, I talk with Him, almost story-like, about that life from my too-human point of view; as if He didn't know already. Sometimes I try to make Him laugh; and why not? He's the one who gave me such a deep appreciation of the value of the sense of humor. To me, my prayers to Him are much like walking with a friend, and sometimes that means I will be honest with Him when I feel grief or bitterness or disappointment; for that is what you do when you share your feelings with a friend. I rise early every day of every year to see the birth of each new day that He presents to me… I pray with joy; I pray with tears; I pray with laughter; I pray with love… and I pray that He will one day let me be again with all the loved ones I have lost.
                                                                  ---Rose Moore


Tuesday, January 30, 2018

A SPOTLIGHT STOLEN BY THE MOON TONIGHT...

Very cold, and close to 11 pm as Trump's speech ends..

I go to the windows to see the unimpeded gleam of light from that big moon tonight. Only with the full snow pack on everything could there be the glow that so amazes me.

 
Around the lower edge of south and east horizon, great burgeoning decks of clouds pick up the gleam provided by the open central core of sky through which arrives that light; to my surprise and awe. 


I stand so long, unmoving. If I weren't so tired, I would stand until that light was gone; all night if needed.


A good speech, Mr. President. But you have lost the spotlight; it was overpowered by the beauty of the sky here in my valley.


Sunday, January 28, 2018

SATURDAY NIGHT WITH MY BIG DOG MICK...


     THERE YOU ARE, YOU BIG SWEET DOG, AT YOUR MAMA'S FEET, SOAKING UP AN HOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC, AND IT HAS CALMED YOU INTO SLEEP.
     AND YOUR MAMA TOO.




BRISK & BRACING MORNING WALK WITH MY BIG DOG...


Lovely, clear sky all night long, with the brightness of the moon shining down into my windows... 

At 6 a..m., the pre-dawn skies held the brightest, closest-to-the-earth stars I have seen in some time. It seemed I could have reached right up and touched them!


Twenty-seven degrees this morning, and yesterday's squishy-thick mud is now hard-packed, hard-frozen and glistening in my flashlight's beam. Who knew mud could hold a bit of beauty?!?


Take care! There may be black ice underneath your feet when you walk outside this morning. (Once again, thank God and my friend Connie that I am walking with her gift of YakTrax underneath my shoes!)


Saturday, January 13, 2018

DON'T LET THE BEAUTIES FLY AWAY...

   Yes it's cold; and not just a little cold! 
   But all it takes is a dash of morning sunshine over the tall valley trees to turn their highest branches into gleaming crystal, created in yesterday's freezing rain. 
   I'm always happy to notice such things in their moment; a slight shift of the morning sun, and they couldn't be seen.
   Don't let the moments of beauty fly away unseen. They are among life's consolations.


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A TREE ON ICE

Friday, January 12, 2018

LIFE IN THE BOG, PRE-STORM...

LIFE IN THE BOG, now that daylight is here, is dark, ugly, wet, sloppy and muddy!
Atop the ground on over-saturated soil, inches of water lie like an over-all lake. Big Dog and I walk down the drive to the newspaper box, under a steady cold rain--careful not to raise our faces skyward and DROWN!
The propane man arrives, climbs down from his truck, and already he's soaking wet! He slogs down the watery slope to the tank on the lower-ground level, and I hold my breath and pray he doesn't end up sliding the rest of the way down on his back!
Big Dog carries with him--quite proudly--a fetching "Parfum de Wet Dog" aroma as he and I gratefully re-enter the warmth of the house.
This will not be a day for outdoor activity; at least not by choice!
NOW TELL ME--how's the weather at YOUR place?!

Thursday, January 11, 2018

THIS AFTERNOON I WATCH THE VEILED LADY, FOG... 1-11-2018

They predicted Fog, and indeed I watched as Fog, that veiled lady, rose up above the ice-cold waters of my creek, into the spring-like air. 

She moved along the water course, her veils growing all around her until the water and the woods were no longer visible to us. 

Then came the rains, and Fog, the veiled lady, made herself a part of all that cooling moisture, and in the growing shadows of her veils, the temperatures grew colder, slow degree by slow degree.

Soon she made the world invisible to us, but we could see quite clearly what lay ahead the next few days for us.

Fog was the escort who would bring the bitter Winter back, to resume its proper place with January and the season...

THE TREES WITH SHINY SHOW-GIRL LEGS...



I didn't realize how thickly the trunks of the trees in my woods had been glazed by the recent freezing rains. 

And then I looked out a few minutes ago and saw how the morning sun had put a high gleam on them all! 


So much ice still there melting, despite the warmth of the past few days!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

WRAPPING UP THE DAY...

     I went into the cold, clear night, with that big moon the only light I needed. Surprisingly it left great areas of darkness that hosted quite a splendid splash of stars. It was worth the cold; I just had to see that sky!
    Already it was 4 degrees, and growing quickly colder. 
    Earlier my dog and I had watched a splendid sunset as it spread its light upon the snowy-pasted, tall tree tops, and zapped some neon onto joyful jet trails, in the clearest sky you'll ever see in our Ohio at this time of year.
     That, however, was enough for my pragmatic dog. He had gone into the house and crawled into his bed where it was warm, and he had fallen instantly asleep. 
      It was I who later bundled up and stood out in the cold and watched the stars alone. 
     Each of us in our own way had ended up our day in the way we found most satisfying.