SATURDAY MORNING AT HOME...

One moment it's raining, so soft and light; and the next thing I know, the sunshine is trying to burn through.
I sit on my porch where the wren is perched on the wrought iron rail, singing his heart out to me.
The hummingbird's flitting nearby, filling himself to the brim with sweet nectar my garden provides.

Rain or shine, it's a beautiful morning.

And this is a good place to be.

--Rose Moore, Saturday morning

"C.W. BALDAUF... A FATHER TO REMEMBER'....

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I had many mentors as I was growing up, and all these years later I still remember and appreciate them. 

But it was my father, Clarence W. Baldauf, who was the most influential person of my lifetime. 

I didn't have so very many years with him. After all, he died when I was 14 years old and he was only 50. But the years I did have were significant to what I would become and who I am. 

From an early age, I was my father's enthusiastic audience---a budding news junkie drawn to his reflective style of comment and debate on issues and events. Child that I was, he talked to me as if I understood, and in time I did.

---Rose Moore

SUMMER 'SNOW' FROM POPLAR TREES...

Big Dog Mick and I just took a lovely walk in mid-morning sunshine and soft breezes. 

Suddenly the wind kicked up and filled the air with "fuzzies" from the poplar trees. 

Big Dog leaped up like dolphins leap from water; he was trying to catch those fuzzies in his mouth!

Now I'm sitting on the porch--with a TIRED DOG!

BOB'S WILD ELDERBERRIES...

AH, THIS OLD PHOTO... IT WAS TAKEN SOME TIME AGO WHEN BOB'S OLD FAITHFUL WILD ELDERBERRIES WERE BURSTING INTO BLOOM. 

THAT OLD SHRUB BLOOMED EVERY SINGLE YEAR, ALWAYS IN THE WEEK APPROACHING FATHER'S DAY.

YET... THEY HAVEN'T PRODUCED ONE BLOSSOM OR ONE BERRY SINCE BOB PASSED AWAY. 

​WHO KNEW THAT OLD SHRUB HAD SUCH FEELINGS FOR MY BOB? ❤️ 

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MR. GREEN JEANS: STILL LEAVING HIS MARK!

My own garden is filled with buds waiting in stand-still for rain, but the rose garden planted by friends in Bob's memory is bursting with color!
Our own Mr. Green Jeans keeps sending his messages to us. Along with the butterflies, which are here in great numbers.

D-DAY: AN IMPORTANT ANNIVERSARY...

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TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF D-Day, World War II, June 6, 1944. 

The young man in this photo is Dennis R. Moore, my husband's eldest brother who took part in this Allied Invasion that marked the turning point in the European Theatre. 

Like so many soldiers in that war, Dennis was just a teenager when he enlisted. He was a paratrooper and served with the OSS. He got through the war safely, only to die at the age of 36 in a construction accident in Geauga County in 1961. 

On his return from the war, he married Lorene Eging of Chardon, OH. They settled in Huntsburg, OH and had two sons, Greg and Gayland. 
The eldest son of Blanche and Otmer  Moore of Lake County, Ohio, he was an usher in my husband's and my wedding in 1960, and his eldest son Greg was the ring bearer. 

Today, I salute Dennis and all the members of his Greatest Generation, many of whom were lost.

Mick and I just walked down the drive for the morning paper.

The entire length of the driveway was thickly covered with white blossom petals, probably fallen from the tall locust trees. 

Seemed like Pomp and Circumstance or the Wedding March should have been playing our way down that beautiful path!