Ponderings from the Porch Swing

May is such a beautiful month. The earth seems to be stretching her limbs after winter and getting dressed in her spring finery. Not sure Mother Nature has decided yet if spring is here. Like us she’s not sure of how to dress. We’ve had some cool nights and the wind is giving us some…

“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,” William Shakespeare. When the sun finally pierced the gray overcast sky with her rays this morning, my petunias shrugged off their coats of rain and raised their heads in prayer, thanking God for silver raindrops and for the sun’s warm rays. “If we talk to God in the morning…

As the sun rolls down the horizon into the arms of Father Sky, the sky is an overcast of cigar smoke grays and pale purples. The yard is full of birds enjoying the cooler evening. The wind has been blowing with March breath all day, banging the wind chimes with raucous melodies, playing tag with…

Isn’t friendship a wonderful gift! My dearest friend and I have been friends for 45 years, raised our children together, mourned our husbands together, celebrated our grandchildren together. Moving to Roanoke five years ago didn’t change things. We still talk on the phone and spend occasional weekends together and peruse the thrift stores. I don’t…

Found another Indian prayer in my reading today. The Cherokee Blessing — “May the warm winds of heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there. May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.” I love the simplistic beauty of…

“Oh, what a beautiful mornin’, Oh, what a beautiful day. I got a beautiful feelin’ ev’erything’s goin’ my way.” I walked out on the porch this morning and heard that chorus from Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’ as stepped off the porch to walk Penelope. Another pretty day dolled up in late spring fashion sketched…

A mid-afternoon breeze is whispering soft and gentle, rustling the spring’s tender green leaves and pinging soft symphonies on the wind chimes. Father Sky has sketched a layered overcast sky of melted vanilla swirls. The clouds are large, their bellies the color of cigar smoke. Occasionally some purple bellied clouds join the mix. Mother Nature…

Been doing Indian rain dances all afternoon. Hasn’t rained at my house since my birthday, April 1. Rain is such a glorious fertilizer for newly planted gardens. My flowers will pop right up if we get a good soaking rain. Scripture reads rain is a symbol of God’s blessings, a gift of God’s faithfulness. We…

All day I’ve been reminded of a verse of scripture from Psalms, “Be still, and know I am God.” My yard has been perfectly silent and still today. There were a few bird arias and a little woodpecker drumming but my yard was still and quiet and I felt God’s presence in the silence, the…

Drove home this morning from visiting the grandchildren in Georgia under a sunny, blue cloudless sky. Enjoyed my grandsons’ band concert last night. I loved my years in the high school band and it thrills me to attend their concerts. My youngest grandson is playing my trumpet. I also attended the Spanish Honor Society induction…