The magic of the winter night. "~~Rose Moore, after midnight
Thursday, December 3, 2020
Thursday, November 19, 2020
APPRECIATION FOR THIS MILD NOVEMBER NIGHT ...
l stood outside awhile in the mild air of this November night.
I heard an owl ... I saw Jupiter's brightness in the eastern sky ... I smelled smoke from someone's chimney, and it made me think of burning autumn leaves when that was legal; and suddenly I felt a deep nostalgia ...
Thursday, September 3, 2020
This night was crystal-clear; so strongly bathed in moonlight; every ripple in the waters of the creek was sharply visible, and every leaf on every tree ... There was no cloud or rising mist to veil any sharp detail ... I couldn't sleep; I couldn't flip a switch to mute the brightness ...
Monday, August 10, 2020
"A favorite memory of summer from my
childhood is climbing up into a spread-armed
maple tree where none could see me hidden
in the thickness of the leaves.
And in that coolness, privacy and peace, I
An August never passes but what that
memory revisits me." ~~Rose Moore
Friday, July 17, 2020
After watering my gardens and doing a bit of work with the hoe, I'm relaxing on the porch with my first morning coffee, enjoying it all before this muggy Monday reaches its prediction for un-breathable air and white-hot temps.
And that, my friends, will be a good time for an AIR-CONDITIONED SIESTA!
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Blue skies rise along horizons lined with all the drama of a multiplicity of stacked white clouds that bear the look of mesas, buttes and western rock formations...
Freshening breezes gently sway the trees against the sky, like lazy brooms...
Birds of local species soar and sing along our rolling hills and valleys...
Flowers make our homestead gardens festive, and wildflowers add their sturdy colors to the roadsides ant the open pastures...
That and more! My northeast Ohio at its best!
WHEN MY SPIRIT NEEDS RESTORING, I TAKE A LITTLE RIDE THROUGH SUMMERTIME OHIO!
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Here the woodland is greatly softened by a lush understory of greenery, and I can sit on a bench or stand and admire the thickness of tree trunks that rise like dark Druids around me.
It's quiet here too at the end of the day, and I remember how my Bob used to like sitting then on a small concrete bench, watching the sunset reflect its colors into the upstream waters of the creek.
Nothing brought more peace to his spirit then sitting there for awhile, he would tell me, and I share that feeling.
After quiet time at the creek, I stroll back to the house, more than ready for the easy sleep that will prepare me for tomorrow.
And so, goodnight to all; I will be rising at dawn, as I usually do, to greet the new day.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
|MR. WOOD THRUSH WITH HIS SPRING-TIME NESTLINGS|
Yesterday you flew so fast down from your tree-top to my porch; you collided hard; and you lay very still, I lifted you to a shady corner of the porch, in case you would come to. But no ...
I will miss you and your songs. For me, your visit was a rare one, and if I never host another wood thrush, I'll remember and appreciate your visit.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
DAWN THIS MORNING was golden-bright; the new day GLEAMED!
I walked down a path in the woods, toward the creek and Bob's barn, to visit this great tree--an old black walnut tree, always loved by me, Bob & the Big Dog Jack!
I leaned against the tree's broad trunk, and looking up through its long branches, I watched the deepening of blue sky and the rising of the creek-born morning mist.
AH, MORNING! For me, it's the best part of the day. Especially this time of year!
Thursday, April 9, 2020
THIS IS BUT ONE FACE OF APRIL, APPEARING BEFORE ME THIS MORNING.
HOW LONG IT WILL CHOOSE TO STAY IN MY VIEW, I CANNOT POSSIBLY KNOW.
FOR THESE MOMENTS, AT LEAST, I INHALE ITS BEAUTY INTO MY MOOD,
AND MY SPIRIT EXISTS WITH THE TREES AND THE SKIES
AND IGNORES THE MUD AT MY FEET.
Sunday, April 5, 2020
|CONNIE NAUMANN LUHTA 3-26-2020 ON HER 90TH BIRTHDAY|
|CONNIE (RIGHT) AND ROSE... 1965 , OAKES FIELD, NASSAU BAHAMAS|
Friday, April 3, 2020
I watched the ISS pass-over, and I enjoyed it. But it had nothing on the night sky itself.
The stars were spectacular; so large and bright it seemed I might have been transported upward among them; or had THEY come down to ME? It was as if I could reach up and touch them; like fruit on a tree.
The night itself was dark; no lights on the houses; no car lights; the sky and the air all around were ebony-dark. I LIVED in the stars; they were quiet; I had them all to myself ...
On my high deck I sat and did not intend to get up and go into the house, but even under my coat, I could feel the cold when the temperature sank to the 30s.
I went in and settled under warm quilts, and hoped for another spectacular star-gazing night such as this ... when the weather is warmer!