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Rosalyn Lane McMurray Saunders: April 1, 1956 – August 14, 2026
Rosalyn Lane McMurray Saunders, a writer, photographer, mother, grandmother, lover of children, and lifelong observer of the beauty in God’s world, went to be with the Lord on Friday, August 14, 2026, at the age of 70. Lane died in Fayetteville, Georgia, while visiting her children and grandchildren – exactly where she loved to be.…
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What does a hummingbird say?
To all of the readers of Ponderings from the Porch Swing: This is Lane’s oldest son, Thomas, writing this evening with a heart full of hurt as a result of her sudden passing yesterday morning, Friday, August 15 – but also with a heart full near to bursting with love and joy for the outpouring…
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“In the serenade of the black, the stars are a choir…”
“And they were canopied by the blue sky, so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, that God alone was to be seen in Heaven,” Lord Byron. I think the sky today, dark Caribbean blue with not even a wisp of clouds to mar the sky’s beauty, would inspire Lord Byron. So, so pretty this morning it’s…
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“A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows…”
A beautiful summer day in my neighborhood this morning. A gentle cool breeze is pinging the wind chimes, waking the earth from its slumber. The sky is the color of the wild blue yonder, so blue it’s almost purple, with not a cloud in sight. The warmth from the bright sunshine is making the zinnias…
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“Twilight drops her curtain down…”
Ate breakfast on the porch this morning sitting in the swing, drinking my coffee, surveying my little world, watching my songbirds and butterflies enjoy the sunshine of the waking day. The morning has a soft wind chime symphony and a few cicada solos. The male cardinals are so red they are almost fluorescent. I know…
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“Life is a journey, not a destination…”
Henri Matisse wrote, “There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” There are always flowers in our lives. God plants them all around us. They’re not hidden, we just have to have enough faith to see them bloom. Our lives are surrounded by beauty. It quietly blooms while we scurry around in…
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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth…”
The day is so pretty! The clouds are bleached white and fluffy, hurrying by on the horizon. Some of the clouds have a smokey gray middles. The sky, shyly peaking through the cloud cover in several places, is painted light blue. A slight breeze is making the smallest of my wind chimes whisper. Only the…
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“The porch swing is calling with its gentle sway…”
Walked out on the porch this morning and the day was just lovely. Father Sky had picked up his azure pastel, sketched a dark blue sky, added little thins wisps of white cotton candy clouds, coloring the sun so yellow I could see her golden rays shining down from heaven through the leaves of the…
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“In a world full of eagles and hawks, be a hummingbird…”
Perfect porch perching weather this morning. The sun is working its way across the sky, burning the vanilla clouds away. When the sun’s through with her morning chores I’m sure Mother Nature will rev up the heat. I washed the bird baths and filled a few feeders with no sweat stinging my eyes. The cicadas…
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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
Been busy today running around town with oldest sister-in-law. We went to the grocery store together. We used to grocery shop together all the time then I discovered Walmart delivered groceries. We always say, “This time we’re only buying what’s on our list.” Well, Blue Bell ice cream was on sale…now, no ice cream till…

