Thursday, December 14, 2017

MICK IN THE MORNING, IN SNOW!

What a job, slogging through deep snow as Mick carefully looks for a spot in the woods where he can do his duty without burying his butt in the snow! Finally he finds the right spot, under the hemlock at the edge of a slope.
He positions himself, and just at that moment the big ODOT plow truck comes roaring and rumbling into the valley, big lights flashing and spreading their drama around in the darkness. Mick rolls down the slope and is buried in all that cold whiteness!
He gives up and heads for the house. We'll have to try later.

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Rose Moore
Rose Moore 4 a.m., 20 degrees. Our outdoors is muted in snow deep on the ground and still falling. No wind and no sound whatsoever. Except for that big ODOT truck!

Saturday, December 2, 2017

MAGIC IN THE MORNINGS...



   Almost 5 a.m., outdoors.. 
   A big round moon is lighting up sheer shreds of silken clouds this morning, and the creek is soaking up and sending back that light to us as well. 
   The heavy frost on roof and ground is gleaming, and the valley mist is glowing. 
   It is really magical and lovely--25 degrees or not!--and there is not a whiff of wind to make that cold feel bitter.

Friday, December 1, 2017

GREETING THE NEW MONTH, DECEMBER...

   3:30 a.m., and a restless dog paces in the cold outdoors. A clear sky is peppered with stars, and the creek waters beam in the light of a bright moon waxing to full. 

  The air is still, and at 30 degrees, frost is beginning to form. It feels sharp on my skin, and I hope my big dog doesn't forget why he so urgently wanted to be outside; what he wanted to do, and where.   

As for me, I think of the warmth of my quilts and the comfort of fresh hot coffee, however early. 

And I welcome the new month, December.  She has her own beauties, and she brings in the Season of Christmas.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

AT LAST, NOVEMBER DROPS SNOW ON US ...

  Just before dark, the falling snow started to stick, depositing cotton balls on all the green shrubs. It spread a layer of cream on the muck of my lawns, and turned the air all around us into a snow globe. It stenciled tree branches with white, and that looked so good against the backdrop of gun-metal clouds...




AND NOW MICK HAS COME IN FROM THE COLD, WITH SNOW ON HIS NOSE!




Commen

Thursday, November 16, 2017

WINTER NIGHT: COMMUNING WITH THE SKY...

I like to stand in winter darkness 
among my woodland trees,
to look into the winter skies
and wish I could be transported upward, 
to walk among the stars.

Denuded of their leaves, 
trimmed and pruned and starkly 
sculptured by the winter winds, 
the trees around me stand with arms upraised, 
in tribute to the same skies I admire.

In the cold of long, dark winter nights, 
the stars do seem to grow, 
moving ever closer to me,
inviting me to touch them one-by-one 
with my own hands.

Yet I stand stricken into quiet stillness,
awed by an eternal miracle;
one among the many miracles 
that I, mere human, 
have the privilege to witness, 
as I walk God's earth.. 

          ---Rose Moore, Nov. 2017

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Sunday, November 12, 2017

SUNDAY MORNING IN NOVEMBER...



Mick and me at 4:30 a.m., Sunday morning... I wonder how 27 degrees can feel so mild...

Over our heads the sky is wrapped in soft strips of star-sequinned cloud, like the biblical Salome's seven veils; pinned with a slender moon crescent...


Bare trees stand tall in the moonlight; there is no breeze at all; and no sound...


Mick walks quiet beside me, taking his time...


It seems the day, when it rises, might be a fine one.