Tuesday, January 26, 2021

GOD SENDS COMPENSATIONS FOR THE WINTER COLD ...

    I KNOW THE COLD, dark days of winter hold expense and work and some discomfort for us all. And so I've long since trained my eyes to spot the beauties of the season; for they provide good compensation for the cold.  

For me, the moonlit nights are prime among the compensations, at least when skies are clear and generous enough to let us see them. When winter moonlight wakes me from my sleep, I rise to watch it from my windows as it spreads its glow like frozen silver upon an ice-bound creek; and reflects its light upon the trunks of snow-glazed trees along the water.  

   Along the roof edge of my house, icicles formed by weeks of unrelenting cold fill up with moonlight, and it shines into my eyes like crystal. When the moon's not over-bright, the stars will join the show against the darkness of the sky. After quiet moments of appreciation, I inhale the view and then go back beneath warm covers, and I sleep in peace.

   THE DARKEST PERIOD of the winter night---a time few people seem to know---lies in the pre-dawn hour when the moon has set. I, an early riser, will sometimes walk outside to lean against the dark, tall trees around me; and the stars against the depth of darkness seem large and close enough that I could touch them, like apples on a tree. 

   Then and there, I thank God for the winter beauty. I do not curse the season; even though I'm wide awake and well aware of one true thing: It's COLD!

(Many people tell me they love all the seasons of our beautiful Ohio; except for winter. I can tell them truly; I appreciate them all.) --Rose Moore, Jan. 2021

Sunday, January 10, 2021

COMFORT OF AN UNEXPECTED SUNNY WINTER DAY

  IN THE UNFAMILIAR BRIGHTNESS OF THIS JANUARY SUNDAY,

I love the sunny gleam upon the tree trunks ...

the happy sparkle on creek waters as they move downstream ...

the mellow shadows tossed upon the ground, even in the woodland ...

the warmth of sun upon my skin as I relax upon the window seat ...

The Lord does send His comforts in sad and stressful times, if we're open to them
...
Starting with His smile of encouragement, from the morning sky.

DAYBREAK PHOTO ... ON A SUNNY JANUARY SUNDAY IN THE DARK, SAD, STRESSFUL TIME OF POLITICS AND COVID 19 VIRUS ...

Thursday, December 3, 2020

WINTER NIGHT ...

"WINTER! At no time of the year are the skies of night more beautiful.
The pure cold air of night brings crystal skies; the stars seem larger; they sparkle individually, reflecting mirror-like into the frieze of ice along the western eaves, where I view them from a window seat.
As the moon moves high, its brightness unimpeded, it spreads its gleam against the snow and lights the moving waters of the creek. The night is peace and beauty.
If you ask how I could love the winter, how I could tolerate the cold against my aging skin, this is a reason why.

The magic of the winter night. "~~Rose Moore, after midnight 

Thursday, November 19, 2020

 

APPRECIATION FOR THIS MILD NOVEMBER NIGHT ...

l stood outside awhile in the mild air of this November night.

I heard an owl ... I saw Jupiter's brightness in the eastern sky ... I smelled smoke from someone's chimney, and it made me think of burning autumn leaves when that was legal; and suddenly I felt a deep nostalgia ...

Good night from this fine valley in which I live. I find it beautiful, even in the darkness.

Thursday, September 3, 2020

 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 ...

And I couldn't bear to close the drapes against the beauty ...

Monday, August 10, 2020

SUMMER IN A TREE ...


 "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 

would read.


An August never passes but what that 

memory revisits me." ~~Rose Moore

Friday, July 17, 2020

HOT JULY MORNING, 2020...

    Good morning! A joyful little wren sits on one of my wind chimes singing his heart out. It's incredibly blue in the sky, with not a bit of cloud or breeze...

    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!