A MAN AND HIS DOG... GONE WEST...

A MAN AND HIS DOG: GONE WEST
MY DOG AND MICK





Today would have been a birthday for Bob. I took this photo some years ago near the Fairport Beach when Mick was a young pup in training. By 2017, Bob was gone from this earth, and Mick was a very large doberman who would meet his master a year later on the Rainbow Bridge. We have fun, special memories of both.

Their mischievous spirits still roam in places they loved, and Bob's spirits still speak every year in his favorite perennials.

                                                                   

AFTER THE DAYS OF THE STORMS ...

Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm. 

I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort. 

Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!

THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...

AUGUST MORNING WALK-ABOUT AT DAWN ...

SMALL SPOTS OF BEAUTY

MORING ANGEL

LIGHT UP THE DAY

MAMMATUS CUMULUS

ON THIS SUNRISE WALK-ABOUT, AS ALWAYS, I THANK THE LORD FOR SMALL FAVORS AND SMALL SPOTS OF BEAUTY,, AND THE ABILITY TO NOTICE AND APPRECIATE...

THE BIG TREES AROUND ME BRING MEMORIES ...

AUGUST MEMORY...
"A favorite memory of summer from my childhood, I think, is one of 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 would open the book I had carried, and alone and quiet I would read.
An August never passes but what that memory revisits me. It did so this morning as I waited for the first rays of sun through the trees that surround me. The thing is, at my age now, I know I could not climb a tree if I tried"~~Rose Moore

SUNRISE ...

52 DEGREES AT DAWN... 
SUNRISE WARMED HER SHOULDERS WITH A FEATHERY BOA...
A BEAUTIFUL BLUE-EYED SUNDAY LIES AHEAD.

OLDE ROSE'S BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS: AM I STILL HERE?

*I was born in 1940 in a hospital that in recent years was torn down to make room for something else.

*I was baptized in a church building that had been attended by generations of my family. It was razed in the 1950s and replaced with a new one.

*I attended a Catholic grade school that is now closed for all seasons.

*I shopped in a downtown that now is mostly gone, a large part of it having been replaced by county buildings and parking lots.*

*I graduated from a classic high school building that was demolished, and a new high school was built on the other side of town.

*My graduation was held in an attractive old theater that was taken down to make way for a drug store.

*I spent many a childhood Saturday morning in a reading room of a heritage building that was our public library. It too has disappeared from the scene, in favor of a newer building...

All this makes me want to pinch myself to make sure I'M still here and haven't been replaced to make room for something newer in the world!... (YET?)

MOTHER NATURE IN THE GARDENS...

..I love to garden but must admit, sometimes Mother Nature is the better gardener.
This wild garden above my creek is an example.
Not heat nor drought nor too much rain deters her from her unappointed task!
She just goes ahead & does it!