Tuesday, September 18, 2018
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.)
Saturday, September 15, 2018
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
" 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
"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