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!?

Monday, September 17, 2018

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

BIG DOG SOAKING UP THE EARLY MORNING SUNSHINE...



MICK'S FAVORITE PLACE IN THE MORNINGS 

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

SUMMER 'SNOW' FROM POPLAR TREES...

Big Dog Mick and I enjoyed a lovely walk in mid-morning sunshine and soft breezes. 


Suddenly the wind kicked up and filled the air with "fuzzies" from the poplar trees. 

Big Dog leaped up like dolphins leap from water; he was trying to catch those fuzzies in his mouth!

Now I'm sitting on the porch--with a TIRED DOG!

Monday, June 11, 2018

BOB'S WILD ELDERBERRIES...


AH, THIS OLD PHOTO... IT WAS TAKEN SOME TIME AGO WHEN BOB'S OLD FAITHFUL WILD ELDERBERRIES WERE BURSTING INTO BLOOM. 


THAT OLD SHRUB BLOOMED EVERY SINGLE YEAR, ALWAYS IN THE WEEK APPROACHING FATHER'S DAY.

YET... THEY HAVEN'T PRODUCED ONE BLOSSOM OR ONE BERRY SINCE BOB PASSED AWAY. 

​WHO KNEW THAT OLD SHRUB HAD SUCH FEELINGS FOR MY BOB? ❤️ 


 

Saturday, June 9, 2018

MR. GREEN JEANS: STILL LEAVING HIS MARK!


My own garden is filled with buds waiting in stand-still for rain, but the rose garden planted by friends in Bob's memory is bursting with color!
Our own Mr. Green Jeans keeps sending his messages to us. Along with the butterflies, which are here in great numbers.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

D-DAY: AN IMPORTANT ANNIVERSARY...



TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF D-Day, World War II, June 6, 1944. 
The young man in this photo is Dennis R. Moore, my husband's eldest brother who took part in this Allied Invasion that marked the turning point in the European Theatre. 
Like so many soldiers in that war, Dennis was just a teenager when he enlisted. He was a paratrooper and served with the OSS. He got through the war safely, only to die at the age of 36 in a construction accident in Geauga County in 1961. 
On his return from the war, he married Lorene Eging of Chardon, OH. They settled in Huntsburg, OH and had two sons, Greg and Gayland. 
The eldest son of Blanche and Otmer  Moore of Lake County, Ohio, he was an usher in my husband's and my wedding in 1960, and his eldest son Greg was the ring bearer. 
Today, I salute Dennis and all the members of his Greatest Generation, many of whom were lost.

Saturday, June 2, 2018


Mick and I just walked down the drive for the morning paper.

The entire length of blacktop was thickly covered with white blossom petals, fallen from tall locust trees. 

Seemed like Pomp and Circumstance should have accompanied our slow walk down that beautiful path!

Friday, June 1, 2018

JUNE, YOU ARE HERE!...


'GOOD MORNING,' the first day of June said to me.; and I sat in the warmth on the porch and watched her evolve. She is welcome!

SHE OUSTED THE DARKNESS WITH BRILLIANCE
AND THIS WAS HER VICTORY SIGN

SHE EXPANDED HER ARTISTRY


AND MY GARDENS GRANTED APPLAUSE...












































Wednesday, May 30, 2018

A MORNING PERFORMANCE...

5:30 a.m... Back to the house after the traditional pre-dawn walk with Big Dog, my four-legged K9 alarm clock...  

Lazy and sleepy and slow, we walked a path through our trees, in warm soft air under the stars and a big, round moon... No sound but our footsteps and a calm conversation coming from frogs down by the creek...

We returned to our beds, and I meant to sip on a half-cup of coffee and then fall back into SLEEP! 

But no... I was captive to a sudden intrusion of daylight, filtering into my eyes through the trees outside my windows. Surprisingly early, a long, slow, colorful, magnificent sunrise began, with a long and durable brightness and color...

That woke the birds, who backed it all up with their new-day hot-weather concert. ..

Then the black squirrels, racing through trees in front of my eyes, performing their gymnastics and dances... They may be annoying to my big dog Mick, but this morning they're beauty and poetry...

This has been better than morning news on TV... And yes, better than sleep... And imagine--a full hour for me as the audience... with no ads!

The performance contained its own weather forecast... "Red sky this morning, take warning!" The rains WILL begin! They will maintain the visit through Friday.


If their behavior stays civilized, they are welcome and needed.


Good morning!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

THE 'FLOWER MOON'--ONE DAY FROM FULL , MAY 2018, LAKE COUNTY, NORTHEAST OHIO...

MOON RISING THROUGH TALL TREES AT THE RIM OF MY VALLEY



MOON OVER MY VALLEY, THROUGH MIST AT MIDNIGHT

Saturday, May 26, 2018

GETTING UP TOO EARLY...


   BIG DOG HAS WAKENED ME quite early on this Saturday of Memorial Weekend; he is desperate; he HAS to go outside!.
   At 4 a.m., in summer-style warmth of pre-dawn darkness, we are greeted by a clear sky filled with stars, and we are walking to the music of a choir of cicada. The moon is sliding slowly down behind tall trees along the west horizon of our valley.
   The air is soft; there is no breeze at all; and my flashlight beam picks up the slightest hint of dew on fresh-mown grass. We don't have to be in daylight to feel and sense and smell the beauty of this nascent day.
   When my dog has done his duty, we enjoy the here and now; lingering just a bit as we walk slowly back toward the house..
   Getting up too early isn't always necessarily a bad thing, is it, Mic
k?

Monday, May 21, 2018

A TREE TO LOOK UP TO...






Big Dog and I don't really hug this old black walnut tree; no human arms could reach around the broad girth of its mossy trunk.

But we never pass that tree, Big Dog and me, that we don't stop beside it to stand up tall and look straight up into its spreading branches. For Mick, I know it's that he wants to see if his old nemesis Black Squirrel is lurking there. For me, it's that I simply love this tree; love the very LOOK of it, reaching up into the stratosphere.

We stopped here yesterday, a cloudy day, when the sun surprisingly came out just before the end of day. That inspired Big Dog and me to walk outside along the trail leading to the tree, near the barn my Bob had built so many years ago, beside the singing creek. Bob loved that tree and creek and barn; to his last day among us.

What better way, I mused, for Mick and me to end our day? What better place for us to stop and say, "Good night, World... Good night, tree and barn and creek... And good night, Bob." 

And then we walked to Bob's stone bench above the creek and watched the sun go down. Quietly, in peace. 

Saturday, May 19, 2018

WE WERE HAPPILY IN HARNESS...






WHAT FUN TO RUN ACROSS THIS PHOTO I TOOK SOME YEARS AGO AT A FRIEND'S MAPLE SUGAR HOUSE. 

At the time, Bob told me he liked that photo very much because it was US! ... happily in harness together for work or play, for many years.

AH, YES.... What a memory and what a blessing among so many blessings for so many years.😊W