Thursday, February 1, 2018

"MICK WITHOUT THE ICK" ...


             ICKY MICKY GOT A BATH...
                                                       
                         AND NOW A BETTER SMELL HE HATH!!




MICK WITHOUT THE ICK

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

'HOW OFTEN DO WE PRAY/'...


  • I wrote the following on January 30, 2018 at 4:14,  as an impulsive & free-form answer to Andre Bernier on his WeatherJazz episode in which he asks his readers an "open-ended" question: HOW OFTEN DO YOU PRAY?
AND I WROTE:
I don't keep count, but it has to be fairly often, that I thank the Lord for all the good things that have visited my life; for they have brought me happiness and inspiration. I thank Him too for helping me to overcome the troubles and the sorrows, for they have made me stronger. I thank Him for the beauties that surround me; they are my consolation, and I promise Him I'll make a point of really seeing them, with eyes wide open. I sometimes ask Him how He came up with His plan for what my life would be; there was such a mix of everything as years went by. And yes, I talk with Him, almost story-like, about that life from my too-human point of view; as if He didn't know already. Sometimes I try to make Him laugh; and why not? He's the one who gave such a deep appreciation of the value of the sense of humor He has given me. To me, my prayers to Him are much like walking with a friend, and sometimes that means I will be honest with Him when I feel grief or bitterness or disappointment; for that is what you do when you share your feelings with a friend. I rise early every day of every year to see the birth of each new day that He presents to me… I pray with joy; I pray with tears; I pray with laughter; I pray with love… and I pray that He will one day let me be again with all the loved ones I have lost.
                                                                  ---Rose Moore


Tuesday, January 30, 2018

A SPOTLIGHT STOLEN BY THE MOON TONIGHT...

Very cold, and close to 11 pm as Trump's speech ends..

I go to the windows to see the unimpeded gleam of light from that big moon tonight. Only with the full snow pack on everything could there be the glow that so amazes me.

 
Around the lower edge of south and east horizon, great burgeoning decks of clouds pick up the gleam provided by the open central core of sky through which arrives that light; to my surprise and awe. 


I stand so long, unmoving. If I weren't so tired, I would stand until that light was gone; all night if needed.


A good speech, Mr. President. But you have lost the spotlight to the sky here in my valley.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

SATURDAY NIGHT WITH MY BIG DOG MICK...


     THERE YOU ARE, YOU BIG SWEET DOG, AT YOUR MAMA'S FEET, SOAKING UP AN HOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC, AND IT HAS CALMED YOU INTO SLEEP.
     AND YOUR MAMA TOO.




BRISK & BRACING MORNING WALK WITH MY BIG DOG...


Lovely, clear sky all night long, with the brightness of the moon shining down into my windows... 

At 6 a..m., the pre-dawn skies held the brightest, closest-to-the-earth stars I have seen in some time. It seemed I could have reached right up and touched them!


Twenty-seven degrees this morning, and yesterday's squishy-thick mud is now hard-packed, hard-frozen and glistening in my flashlight's beam. Who knew mud could hold a bit of beauty?!?


Take care! There may be black ice underneath your feet when you walk outside this morning. (Once again, thank God and my friend Connie that I am walking with her gift of YakTrax underneath my shoes!)


Saturday, January 13, 2018

DON'T LET THE BEAUTIES FLY AWAY...

   Yes it's cold; and not just a little cold! 
   But all it takes is a dash of morning sunshine over the tall valley trees to turn their highest branches into gleaming crystal, created in yesterday's freezing rain. 
   I'm always happy to notice such things in their moment; a slight shift of the morning sun, and they couldn't be seen.
   Don't let the moments of beauty fly away unseen. They are among life's consolations.


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A TREE ON ICE

Friday, January 12, 2018

LIFE IN THE BOG, PRE-STORM...

LIFE IN THE BOG, now that daylight is here, is dark, ugly, wet, sloppy and muddy!
Atop the ground on over-saturated soil, inches of water lie like an over-all lake. Big Dog and I walk down the drive to the newspaper box, under a steady cold rain--careful not to raise our faces skyward and DROWN!
The propane man arrives, climbs down from his truck, and already he's soaking wet! He slogs down the watery slope to the tank on the lower-ground level, and I hold my breath and pray he doesn't end up sliding the rest of the way down on his back!
Big Dog carries with him--quite proudly--a fetching "Parfum de Wet Dog" aroma as he and I gratefully re-enter the warmth of the house.
This will not be a day for outdoor activity; at least not by choice!
NOW TELL ME--how's the weather at YOUR place?!