This night was crystal-clear; so strongly bathed in moonlight; every ripple in the waters of the creek was sharply visible, and every leaf on every tree ... There was no cloud or rising mist to veil any sharp detail ... I couldn't sleep; I couldn't flip a switch to mute the brightness ...
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Monday, August 10, 2020
"A favorite memory of summer from my
childhood is 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
An August never passes but what that
memory revisits me." ~~Rose Moore
Friday, July 17, 2020
After watering my gardens and doing a bit of work with the hoe, I'm relaxing on the porch with my first morning coffee, enjoying it all before this muggy Monday reaches its prediction for un-breathable air and white-hot temps.
And that, my friends, will be a good time for an AIR-CONDITIONED SIESTA!
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Blue skies rise along horizons lined with all the drama of a multiplicity of stacked white clouds that bear the look of mesas, buttes and western rock formations...
Freshening breezes gently sway the trees against the sky, like lazy brooms...
Birds of local species soar and sing along our rolling hills and valleys...
Flowers make our homestead gardens festive, and wildflowers add their sturdy colors to the roadsides ant the open pastures...
That and more! My northeast Ohio at its best!
WHEN MY SPIRIT NEEDS RESTORING, I TAKE A LITTLE RIDE THROUGH SUMMERTIME OHIO!
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Here the woodland is greatly softened by a lush understory of greenery, and I can sit on a bench or stand and admire the thickness of tree trunks that rise like dark Druids around me.
It's quiet here too at the end of the day, and I remember how my Bob used to like sitting then on a small concrete bench, watching the sunset reflect its colors into the upstream waters of the creek.
Nothing brought more peace to his spirit then sitting there for awhile, he would tell me, and I share that feeling.
After quiet time at the creek, I stroll back to the house, more than ready for the easy sleep that will prepare me for tomorrow.
And so, goodnight to all; I will be rising at dawn, as I usually do, to greet the new day.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
|MR. WOOD THRUSH WITH HIS SPRING-TIME NESTLINGS|
Yesterday you flew so fast down from your tree-top to my porch; you collided hard; and you lay very still, I lifted you to a shady corner of the porch, in case you would come to. But no ...
I will miss you and your songs. For me, your visit was a rare one, and if I never host another wood thrush, I'll remember and appreciate your visit.