Friday, November 9, 2018

HOW I BECAME IMPORTANT ON THE INTERNET HIGHWAY...


Wow! I'm so important!

According to my email today:


*I'M A LOST PRINCESS who can receive the inheritance left for me in the rediscovered will of the lost monarchy of my family--if I send money!


*I HAVE AN INTERNATIONAL award waiting for me--if I send money!

*I AM THE LAST SURVIVOR of a former South African royal family, and I can learn more about my property and monetary inheritance--if only I send money!



WOW! WAIT TIL THEY FIND OUT WHO I AM!



THE NOTORIOUS WITCH ROSE OF THE GREAT LAKES

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

VOTE IN YOUR OWN VOICE ...

When I hear a conversation about the 19th Amendment, giving women the right to vote and also to hold office, I think back to a conversation between my mother and father. It occurred when I was a child in the late 1940s, and the conversation was surprising to me, given the usual husband-wife balance of that old-fashioned time.

"Clarence, how are you going to vote?" my mother asked my father. Right in front of us kids, he firmly told her, "I'm not going to tell you."

"But why?" my mother wondered. "I don't want to take the chance that I might vote differently from you and cancel out your vote."

Apparently my father didn't appreciate Mom's show of support in this regard. "That's why I'm not telling you," he replied firmly. "Women worked hard for the right to vote. It's your personal right. If you think a different candidate would be a better choice, then you should be more than willing to cancel my vote."

I never did know who liked which candidate and who voted for whom, but I never forgot that conversation. My father, the traditional Quiet Man, was standing up for a woman's rights, and his message was a message for me as well.

Many years later, after my husband Bob and I had been married for decades, I looked out into the yard and noticed a political sign being installed for a candidate I wasn't supporting.

"What's that sign doing there?" I asked my husband. "I haven't been contacted about it and that's not my candidate."

"I ordered it," he casually replied. "You can get your own sign."

By the end of that day, there were two separate signs prominently displayed in our front yard, each for a different candidate. To make things clear, my husband had attached a HIS sign to his candidate's sign, and I had attached a HERS to mine.

The signs stayed for the duration of the campaign; no arguments, no hard feelings. They were simply expressions of our personal opinions on the matter.

I had married a man who, like my father, respected a woman's right to think and vote for herself. And I, my father's daughter, did just that.


Tuesday, October 30, 2018

"OUTA THE WAY, CREATURE! ... I'M TAKING OFF! "




TUESDAY'S IN THE HOUSE ...


Sipping coffee in the library, watching the new day evolve...

The mist along the east horizon slowly picks up mauve, and then a slender stripe of cloud against blue sky gleams brilliant gold


As that begins to fade, a vertical cat-scratch bit of cloud takes on a neon pink... and then a curving jet trail becomes an unexpected monotone pink "rainbow..."

Good morning! Tuesday's in the house! She's pretty!
                                                                        
                                       ~~Rose Moore


Sunday, October 28, 2018

SUN-DAY MORNING? ...


This morning's a stage set for a Hitchcock
Daylight appeared in a dark, sodden robe of thick clouds. 
The sun is above this, I know, but I don't think we'll see it today
It will stay cold and rainy, and the winds will kick up. 

So I've brewed strong hot coffee, turned on the music, and lit every light in the house. 
There! That's better!
SUN-DAY IS UNDER THE WEATHER...

Friday, October 26, 2018

BLURRY MORNING, FEEL OF RAIN ...




At daybreak, my vision was blurry. Then I realized it was actually thick valley mist, held close to the ground as temps rose a bit in the night. Now things have cleared, but clouds seem more likely than sunshine today, with rain in the forecast for later. Grin and bear it. Sometimes your sunshine must come from the spirit within you.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

BEAUTY! SOMETIMES IT COMES TO YOU; SOMETIMES YOU LOOK FOR IT...


Moonlight LIVED in all the rooms of my house, all through the night.
There was a light evening mist in the air, and as cold as it was, I went out to the deck to spend a few minutes in that luminous glow.
I still have some mist here this morning, as always in the mornings of my autumns here in this creek valley. I am watching it now as the morning sun sips up that mist.
A cloudy day is predicted. At this moment, however, blue sky and sunshine predominate. I sit with my coffee and enjoy it until it is draped by thick cloud.
And then I'll be up and around, doing things.
There will still be beauty to see; there always is. 
You just have to look for it.
                      ---Rose Moore, randrmoore@gmail.com

Monday, October 22, 2018

"OCTOBER MORNING, UNDERSTATED"



Monday! A new start to a new day!
Nice sunset last night, and a beautiful sunrise this morning! 

Did we have frost in the night? I don't know!
How will the weather be today?Don't know that either!
I do know I slept well, and I hope you did too.

I expect the cold to remain with us today, but the morning sky is clear, blue and misty, and let's make the most of whatever is given!
God bless you this morning!

Friday, October 19, 2018

THE WAKE-UP ...


What woke me up but the deep sheen of a stained-glass sunrise! The prettiest I've seen in awhile, with enough leaves lost that I could actually see all the way down to the line of horizon. 

I stood at the window without moving, until it had faded.

Good morning! It's nice to wake up!

Thursday, October 18, 2018

OCTOBER IN THE MORNING ...

COLD, BLUE SKY OVERHEAD ...
                                                                                                               


ICY COLD CREEK AT MY FEET ...

                                               





Sunday, October 14, 2018

CRISP OCTOBER MORNING


   Early this morning, after a Summer that went on forever, Autumn finally delivers her own wake-up punch on this beautiful Sunday. 

   There's a light bit of frost on the rooftop, but it won't be enough to do away with the flowers.

    The dive to cold in the past several days has finally added good color to my forested valley.

    Taking a cue from the spirit of my Big Dog Mick who is no longer with me, I grab a warm coat and set out to wander the property. 

    Via the tiny digital camera I keep in my pocket, I share a wee bit of that walk. 
















   

Thursday, October 11, 2018

IT'S A DOG'S LIFE ...


BEACHIN' IT! Granddaughter Katie Moore's dog Duke in the morning mist at my place by the creek the morning after the recent flooding storm. Look closely to see all the sand washed down by the creek...
  I have a beach along the creek, a beach in the trees, there was even a beach in the barn along with the water!
 None of this phased Duke, sitting in the sun on a big rock above the beach!
 (And no, I don't know what brand he drinks).




Wednesday, October 10, 2018

FEELING PENSIVE ...


 FEELING PENSIVE ... My morning was filled with a string of appointments, the final being a meeting with my long-time accountant re the final IRS form for the year. 

   As I signed the form for e-file, he gently informed me, "That is the last IRS JOINT FORM you will sign. From here on, you sign as a single lady."

   I knew that, I guess, but it startled me. Funny, I don't feel single. How could I, when my Bob still rides shotgun with me?

Monday, October 8, 2018

OCTOBER TEARS ...





                                               Tears, golden tears,
 To our trees they are bound.

 Then stormy winds
 Fling the tears to the GROUND!

Saturday, October 6, 2018

DAY'S END, AFTER THE STORMS ...



THE SUN SLIDES DOWN INTO THE MIST ABOVE THE CREEK

OCTOBER & THE CHANGE OF SEASONS ...

     READY OR NOT, the rains combined with autumn winds bring down a lot of leaves.
     Overnight, the impenetrable green cloud of leaves around my "tree-house home" this season have thinned quite drastically, before they had much chance to strut their colorful stuff! I looked out my windows when the daylight came this morning, and there stood the tall, dark, handsome sentries of the elder trees, like druids standing guard around my house, and I could see great portions of my sky again! 
     Not an unattractive option for me, really, for you all know I love the sky. Still, I'm hoping for a spell of all those bright gold hues that have led me, over all my autumns here, to dub my lovely wooded autumn place as, "Midas Valley" throughout the months of fall.
      But, as this place has also taught me, Mother Nature has her own surprises through the seasons, and there was always something different, special and unique in every season.
      In that way, she taught me to accept and to appreciate; and through the seasons in the world around me, I became an ardent fan of every day and every month and every season.
       Content to live the Here and Now, whatever it might serve. 
                                                                 
                                                ~~~Rose Moore, October 2018


Friday, October 5, 2018

OCTOBER MORNING IN MY VALLEY ...








CAN YOU THINK OF A BETTER REASON TO RISE UP EARLY AND WALK OUT INTO THE CHILL OF A FINE AUTUMN MORNING?



MORNING AIR SHOW ...


Sitting in a north room of my "tree house" home, awed by a group of robin-sized birds that have settled down from upper currents in such great numnbers, they must be a travel group ...

They are moving through the thickness of the  trees outside my tall north windows ... so rapidly I actually can't identify them ...

They seem to have discovered they can move the autumn leaves around like wind chimes in a breeze, and they are flitting up, down, around, to and fro and back and forth ... acrobatically and kaleidoscopically ... performing with so little air between them, yet never touching, like our Blue Angels ...

They move so playfully before my eyes, and in no certain pattern  ... It really seems they're having FUN! ...

And so am I! They are my morning entertainment!

Sunday, September 23, 2018

SITTING WITH SEPTEMBER ON THE PORCH ...

VIEW FROM THE PORCH

NOON... I sit quietly on the front porch that spans the length of my home; watching and listening to sere leaves that are so dry and crisp they rattle in the breezes, never absolutely soundless ...
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They sift their way downward, through the sturdy branches of the tallest valley tree close to my house ...

They make their own music, falling in a certain subtle rhythm past my eyes, sharing their own dusty, dry aroma with my senses...

Occasionally they inspire a sneeze, but I am nonetheless content to be a part of yet another oh-so-rare September day.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

WORDS ABOUT SEPTEMBER ...


... "The nights are cool and quieter; the moonlight is the most benevolent of any of the twelve moons of the year;  and it seems to add an extra sheen upon the night-time trees... "   
         ~~Rose Moore, from her essay, "September!"

THE TIMES, THEY ARE CHANGING... ?


Another sign of changing seasons... 

As I walked out for my morning newspaper, I passed the flagpole garden, and a bright cloud of goldfinch swarmed upward from the depth of all those flowers.

They had been dining on the seeds in preparation for an autumn journey. 

(Their yellow feathers haven't dimmed to olive yet, so we still have some time.)

IS IT SHEDDING TIME FOR THE LEAVES?


At daybreak, my yard was full of fallen leaves!...
😮
Did a big tree shake its head at me!?

Saturday, September 15, 2018

SEPTEMBER MORNING: HIGH-DEFINITION & WOW-GREEN! ....




I seldom see a September morning with the colors of the earth and sky so clean and clear as they are this morning here.
September mornings in my creek valley are usually well-cloaked in rising mists.
And oh! We are still so GREEN! Not a hint of autumn colors we would usually see, so well into September as we are this morning.
Vive la difference! And I like them both!

Thursday, August 30, 2018

ANSWERING A QUESTION ABOUT A SPECIAL DOG...


To my friend Kay Hess ... I have loved every one of the dobies Bob and I adopted (one at a time over the years). But THIS dog, our Mick, was so unique. I cannot say enough about him nor accurately describe how much I miss him. Now I love to think of him with Bob, both of them pain-free and romping once again together as they did so many times in life. Bob brought him home to me when he realized his own time would be limited, though neither of us (or Mick) would know how long. My friend Connie Naumann Luhta calls Mick 'The Entertainer', because our Mick did anything he could to make us laugh. Laughter really IS the best medicine, and when it combines with all the other qualities of the creature we have called 'the dog,'what could be better to enrich your life? Walking with two congenial, loving presences--Bob and Mick--who laughed a lot and savored life and those around him... What could have been better? I still happily walk with the memories."

--Rose Moore, from a facebook posting yesterday, in answer to a friend who had detected that I was lonesome without Mick; and would I get another dog? I guess her question wasn't really answered; I have not yet answered it in my own mind and heart.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

REFLECTIONS FOR THIS STEAMY AUGUST NIGHT...


"This will be another steamy, muggy August night.
I must remember to pay heed, not to the discomforts, but to all the things unique about these recent nights:
*The song of summer crickets and cicada...
*The perfumed air that rises upward to me, from my gardens...
*The unexpected breeze against my skin as I sit barefoot on the deck...
*The dancing fireflies surrounding me; they seem to love such nights...
So what is it I HAVEN'T liked about these steamy nights? As I sit now in the twilight, I cannot recall".                                                                           ~~Rose Moore

Tuesday, August 21, 2018


   "At my door the leaves are falling
   A cold wild wind will come
   Sweethearts walk by together
   And I still miss someone"
        --(song by Johnny Cash)






2016--Summer on the porch with Bob


Gone but still in our hearts. Happy birthday to my Bob.


Saturday, August 18, 2018

MORNING WITHOUT MICK...

   For years, walking into each new day in every season, with Big Dog by my side, has been my pleasure.

This morning, the dawn appeared for just a moment, and then closed up the sky. And rains began.

I understood; I miss my good dog too.
   





MY BIG DOG, MICK... With each new day in every season, he walked with me.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

HE WAS THE DOG WHO LOVED AIRPLANES...


















MICK! HE WAS "THE DOG WHO LOVED AIRPLANES."
He would stop whatever he was doing; no matter what; whenever a plane flew over...
And he'd watch, and he'd watch, and he'd watch; until the plane was far out of sight.
Now he has flown to the Great Rainbow Bridge, to his master. Do you think he is still watching airplanes?

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

FROM WHEREIN CAME THE GOLDEN TEARS? ...

AHA! HERE are my Golden-Teardrop  Trees! One stands up against the tree-house porch, the other about 20 feet behind. I sat with my coffee on the high open deck this morning as a breeze kicked up, and let the golden leaves fall upon me... THEY TICKLED! (click on each photo for better view of leaves)




Tuesday, August 14, 2018

TEARS FALLING LIKE STARS...



These gold tear-drop leaves are the first to fall every year. 

They are early this year; they began yesterday, flittering down in the breeze like stars falling down from the heavens...

Maybe it's because we've been short of rain...

Or perhaps it's a message...

Whatever, these tear drops are lovely, and they sing a light tune as they fall.

MICK IS GONE FROM THIS WORLD...


Godspeed and goodbye, my sweet  Big Dog Mick. 
Find your way to the Rainbow Bridge. Your Papa's waiting. You can play with him again; no pain now for either one of you.
You were a watcher of airplanes, a sniffer of flowers, and you loved to watch your mom work. (I think you thought your mom was a movie).
You were joy, you were spirit, you were silly and fun...
I will miss you. I miss you already! 


Tuesday, July 31, 2018

SOME THOUGHTS ON AUGUST & WILDFLOWERS! ...


("We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun."~~Kent Nerburn) ... These words remind me--and my calendar confirms it--that August will be here tomorrow. 
    Already my prairie coneflowers are loaded with butterflies and have reached their full bloom. In the recent dry spell, they had begun to dry up but were saved by the late-July rains. Barring a drought, they will be here until frost.
    Starting from a few plants installed years ago, these wonderful and sturdy perennials take care of themselves and are now gloriously widespread in my gardens. There is comfort in knowing these plants that die when this season is over will return in great numbers next year and thereafter; and so will the butterflies.
     So go the ways of God's natural world.
                                ~~Rose Moore, July 31, 2018


Saturday, July 28, 2018

THE RISING FULL MOON: JULY 2018 ....




FULL MOON IN THE TREES" ... I actually did find her last night, after wandering around to find a thin spot among the tall, tall trees that line the rim of my valley... 
And there she was! peering at me as she rose!

OUR WALKABOUT DEFERRED...



My idea of a relaxing morning or evening has always been the walkabout with my big dog Mick, exploring my creek-valley woodland. Not as much fun without him at my side. Still on recovery-watch, hoping...

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Saturday, July 7, 2018

GIFT OF A SUMMER DAY...


A SWEET SUMMER DAY...
    For me and Big Dog, our brief walk before dawn was quiet this morning... 
    In comfortably cool temps, a lower dew point, a sky full of stars and a bright crescent moon---what more could this day have presented?
    As it turns out, a lot more! We are spending a spectacular daytime, with soft breezes, perpetual sunshine, and a big sky so blue it seems to be adding its color to the creek and reflecting its brightness in the sheen of leaves on the trees...
   Off and on through the morning, I did small segments of work in my gardens while Big Dog stayed on the porch, resting and watching his mama.
   Now with the softness of Mick asleep on my feet, here I am on our porch in the trees, sipping afternoon coffee and reading and enjoying the songs of birds and the creek...
   The gifts of the summer in one gentle, restorative day.


SO BEAUTIFUL THIS SUMMER MORNING...






OH BEAUTIFUL THIS SUMMER MORNING as my dog Mick and I walk slow slow along a woodland path...
The harshness of our heat wave now has ended, and the woodland sparkles with the unaccustomed coolness.
The dew point now is low; the sky is blue; and we don't take the beauty and perfection of this newborn day for granted.
We walk here every morning in every kind of weather the seasons serve to us.
I cannot remember; had Big Dog and I begun this long-term habit because I knew he loved this place; or did he begin to walk this place with me because he noticed it was I who loved it here?
It doesn't matter; the woodlands of our valley property are where we love to walk together.


LOOKING DOWN AT MY CREEK AT THE END OF THE DAY...

PEACE BE WITH YOU...

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

ENJOYING THE COOL...











It's the Fourth of July. I've been sitting quietly since daybreak reading a compendium of old, old tales of the Great Lakes of yesteryear--many written by the region's early people. 
   I read it many years ago and am revisiting the book, and enjoying it, for in my older years I have more leisure and can dwell more slowly in the details. 
   I hate to say this, but I'm hoping not to be disturbed by invitations I cannot refuse. It's much too hot to be outside, and it is lovely to be dawdling in the quiet, cool inside... with my dog who seems to feel the same.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

SOME MEMORIES UNDER GLASS...


  
MASON JAR AND MARBLES.... These were found, one by one, in my childhood home when Bob and I restored it in the mid 1970s. From that point on, these shiny bits of my childhood have sat before my eyes, in one sunny window or another, in my own home. 

(Proof that I haven't lost my marbles? Yet!) ~~Rose M. 





Sunday, June 24, 2018

SADNESS IN AN ANGEL'S CONCRETE FACE: IT SEEMS SO REAL ...


WEEPING ANGEL IN THE VALLEY'S MORNING MIST... WHY IS THIS ANGEL ALWAYS WEEPING?  NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW; AND CERTAINLY NOT ME.

MORNING CONVERSATION WITH A PAL...


Good morning, Sunday! Good morning, friends! A cool 64 degrees at sunrise. 

The air is quiet and still, but the birds are high- amp and rowdy...

Big Dog & I are checking the morning gardens, earnestly talking to each other as we go along. Mick can't answer in human voice, he talks with eyes, ears & body stance. 


He's a great listener. ALL dogs are, if you take the time to talk with them.... 

Saturday, June 23, 2018

SATURDAY MORNING AT HOME...


One moment it's raining, so soft and light; and the next thing I know, the sunshine is trying to burn through.
I sit on my porch where the wren is perched on the wrought iron rail, singing his heart out to me.
The hummingbird's flitting nearby, filling himself to the brim with sweet nectar my garden provides.
Rain or shine, it's a beautiful morning.
And this is a good place to be.

--Rose Moore, Saturday morning

Thursday, June 14, 2018

"C.W. BALDAUF... A FATHER TO REMEMBER'....

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I had many mentors as I was growing up, and all these years later I still remember and appreciate them. 

But it was my father, Clarence W. Baldauf, who was the most influential person of my lifetime. 


I didn't have so very many years with him. After all, he died when I was 14 years old and he was only 50. But the years I did have were significant to what I would become and who I am. 


From an early age, I was my father's enthusiastic audience---a budding news junkie drawn to his reflective style of comment and debate on issues and events. Child that I was, he talked to me as if I understood, and in time I did.


---Rose Moore