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 and peaceful on 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; there is no humidity at all. We don't take the beauty and perfection of this newborn day for granted.
Still, 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 just took 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 the driveway was thickly covered with white blossom petals, probably fallen from the tall locust trees. 

Seemed like Pomp and Circumstance or the Wedding March should have been playing our way 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 step 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 sky.

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

Friday, May 18, 2018

ZINNIAS & SUNFLOWERS FOR MY BOB...

 
My Bob always loved zinnias and sunflowers.
For the last five summers of his life, zinnias and sunflowers grew in large containers on our deck, where we could see them from almost anywhere in the house. 
It was an accidental flower garden, actually meant for vegetables. A few years before the flowers occupied that deck, Bob had worked all winter making large, self-watering containers. He placed them on the deck, in hopes of having a summer-long vegetable garden convenient to our kitchen.
A great idea, but the vegetables didn't thrive in the containers. Bob was disappointed. 
One day I looked out at the deck and those useless containers, still filled with dirt and nothing else, and I had a brainstorm.  Zinnias and sunflowers! 
After all, Bob loved them; and they weren't picky growers--just plant the seeds and give them sunshine!
The flowers thrived and grew like they were meant to be there.
Bob loved them! So did I!


REAL MEN DO LOVE FLOWERS!

  

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A LONG, SLOW SUNSET: POSTED AT BEDTIME LAST NIGHT


I've been lying in my bed, wide awake. 

What is keeping me awake? A long, slow sunset, echoing its glowing, rosy color all around the valley in what I call a "ring-around-the-valley" sunset... rare and lovely and most often seen in valleys like my own.

I didn't want to miss a bit of it, and it went on and on and never lost a bit of depth and color.


Now suddenly it's gone. I can close my eyes and sleep. Good night again.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

THE MAMA MOURNING DOVE HAS SWITCHED HER NURSERY FROM THE HEMLOCK TO MY HOUSE...




MAMA MOURNING DOVE ON THIS MAY MORNING IS NESTING CALMLY IN MY EAVES...

SHE SITS COOL AND CALM UPON HER NEST; UPON THE EGGS WHICH SOON WILL HATCH...

SHE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE A BIT CONCERNED ABOUT THE WEATHER...

PERHAPS SHE THINKS WE HUMANS WORRY WAY TOO MUCH.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

STEREOSCOPIC VIEWS OF MY OUTDOORS...


The out-of-doors this morning is like an old-fashioned stereoscope I recall from childhood.

One moment I see bright sunshine and blue skies.

Then the clouds move in.
Then my valley's green and vivid underneath a spooky sky.
The next view is surprising when a blue spot opens in dark sky and tosses blue into my creek...

And it goes on... The swiftly changing skies will bring up really interesting views this day, I think!

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

OUT IN THE COLD WITH BIG DOG...


The stars were spectacular when Big Dog and I walked out-of-doors this morning at 4.

It was chilly, and Big Dog did his duty, then hurried back to the warmth of his bed.

I took my time with the stars, and I silently thanked my dog for arranging for me to be present at the right time to see such things. 

Though truthfully at such early hours, when I leave my warm bed to accompany my dog to the cold world outside, I am never sure what I'll see and HOW I'll feel... until I am actually OUT THERE!

Monday, April 30, 2018

MUSIC OF THE DAWN...


Finally the avian music is back, at the crack of dawn! How could I not greet the day with good cheer!💙

STILL RIDING ALONG WITH MY BOB...

On this most exceptional sunny morning, I had a fine excuse for riding out through the countryside.

I followed son Mark out to leave his big truck for tire installation, and the drive along Auburn Road to Chesterland was such a lovely way to go. It was always a favorite for my Bob and me. 

This morning, I enjoyed it FOR him, and in a sense WITH him, surrounded by memories of the countless country rides we enjoyed together through different seasons, over many years.

They were always enjoyed and appreciated.

THE SKY KEEPS ME COMPANY...



In this morning's darkness, pre-dawn, I saw the full moon  before daylight, and it was a beauty amid all those stars...


In the past few evenings, I have enjoyed seeing Jupiter close to the moon, like two prime pieces of jewelry...

Daytimes, I look for blue skies and sunshine; white schooner clouds; storm clouds and sunrise and sunset...

My friends know I look for such things, for the sky keeps me company, whatever its mood and whatever the season or hour...









FULL MOON 4 A.M. OVER MY VALLEY, MOVING THROUGH TREES TOWARD MOON-SET IN THE WEST..

IN THE SKIES IN THE EVENINGS, LATE APRIL, I HAVE SEEN JUPITER SNUGGLING CLOSE TO THE MOON

Monday, April 23, 2018

ANTICIPATION...



The natural world around me in my wooded creek-valley seems quite "bald" right now, due to serious delay in the springtime "leaf-out" process. 

I would say, however, that when the green arrives, we will NOT take it for granted!

Sunday, April 22, 2018

ONE LAST WALK BEFORE SUNSET...

   My dog and I are walking one more time before the sun begins to sink into the west horizon. 
   Daylight is still strong, sky is still blue, and we still can see the whiteness of the waxing moon above us. 
   There are birds and animals for my big dog to chase, and down the woodland path toward the barn, the birds are chattering and picking up materials for their nests. 
   Wildflowers are beginning to appear, and the creek is singing softly... 
   Ah, it's hard to go back to the house. 
   But spring or not, my big dog is tired. 
   He says good night to you, and so do I.

SUNDAY MORNING BEING BORN...

Walking in the early morning darkness, Mick and Rose, amid the trees that reach tall for bright stars...

The air is clean and brisk around me, just cold enough to wake me to the beauty...


How great Thou art, indeed...



Sunday morning being born, and I am privileged to be there.

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.