Category: Rose’s Sunday Stories

10.26.25 Many years ago, I would dread Sunday afternoons for that was when Darrell would ready his work van for another long week away from me and our farm here in Monument. It was a necessary thing. Keeping his electrical contracting business going in Bend was what brought in the majority of the income that… Continue reading We’ll Never Say Goodbye

9.21.25 Last week, in the wee hours of the morning, I was suddenly awoken to not so much a wild party going on in my chest, but something more akin to an old-fashioned bar room brawl! As I lay there wide awake and more than a tad concerned, my mind began deciphering these feelings wondering… Continue reading Of Pirates and Pacers.

8.31.25 I am feeling a tad lazy this morning as I sit here with my first cup of tea of the day by my side. Glancing out the window, the sky has that look just before dawn that signals it will be a hot one today. There is a greenish tinge to what normally would… Continue reading A Special Day.

8.10.25 The past few mornings there has been a definite tang in the air. That certain smell and feeling such as one gets on an early morning in autumn. A couple of days ago I mentioned to Darrell that it felt like autumn had arrived and he agreed but also added summer wasn’t over yet!… Continue reading Que Sera, Sera.

7.20.25 How nice it is to sit here in the early morning, feeling the very welcome cool breeze sweep through the house, watching the sky lighten to a pale blue dotted with small fluffy pink tinged clouds. What peace there is in just taking a few minutes to sit and sip my tea and contemplate… Continue reading The Countdown Begins

6.29.25 When I got up this morning, I was planning on just popping the kettle on for my first cup of tea, strolling down to pen the milk cows up in their dry paddock before I head down to milk Heidi later on – I open their gate to let them graze to their hearts… Continue reading Bullocks and Books

6.8.25 Sometimes, no matter how you try to plot your day, things happen that put the best laid plans awry. Now one can either put up a struggle, become despondent and grumble when the day is not going as planned, or take a breath, reorganize and make the best of a bad situation. That is… Continue reading The Last Plait.

6.1.25 Mother Nature decided to crank up the heat again this past week, reminding us that summer is officially around the corner and maybe giving a taste of what she has in store for the months ahead. “A little bit of moisture now and then would be greatly appreciated,” I beseech her as I head… Continue reading At Last!

5.18.25 It is a little after four in the morning. I lit a fire in the woodstove since there is a damp chill to the air that only the warmth of a fire can dispel. Darrell is still dozing; the kettle is on for my first cup of tea of the day and Bonnie is… Continue reading Technology

5.4.25 Yesterday was a rather strange day, a somewhat special one, yet strange. I say special because it was the day of our annual Monument Volunteer Ambulance May Day fundraising dinner, an event we EMT’s have been hosting for years and years on the first Saturday in May. Strange, because I was not there to… Continue reading A Strange Yet Special Day.