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!