Ponderings from the Porch Swing

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…

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…

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…

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…

Today was a beautiful summer day. My friend described this morning’s awakening day perfectly, “sailor blue sky and goose down clouds…movin’ slow like a small town Christmas parade.” The bird feeders’ perches were filled with cardinals and chickadees and purple finches enjoying their seeds and sipping from the bird baths. A few doves lit on the ground…

I sit on the porch religiously every night around 7 o’clock, watching Mother Nature paint a magnificent sunset with here watercolors, searching for the words to accurately describe the glorious colors of her watercolors. Today she hid her painting of sunset behind a cover of vanilla clouds but I know it was beautiful by the…

Sat in the porch swing this morning eating my bagel and fruit. The morning was perfect for porch swing perching — eighty degrees with an overcast sky the color of melted vanilla ice cream swirled with blueberry syrup, songbirds all over the feeders chirping their morning symphonies, squirrels playing tag around the old water oak…

I found this quote today on a scrap of paper on my desk, “That was her magic — she could still see the sunset, even on the darkest days,” Atticus Poetry. I think that sentence would be a wonderful compliment. My dearest friend can always find the sunset, she has magic to find light in…

Just heard a mournful freight train whistle. The train is rocking and squeaking down the track, it’s whistle echoing in the humid, thick sultry southern air. Trains horns always sound sad to me, when they bellow in lone wales. The older steam engine trains, happily chugging down the rails, had a happy cheerful train whistle.…

As I sat in the swing this morning I would look up at the dark blue sky and the crisp white clouds and hear Louis Armstrong singing his signature, What a Wonderful World. I love the second stanza — “I see skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred…