Ponderings from the Porch Swing

Man, today was hotter than the hinges of Hell’s gates and hotter than a two dollar pistol. It was so hot the songbirds are wearing oven mints to pull worms out of the ground. I love Southern sayings and slang. Always makes me laugh when I hear someone use one in a sentence. Seriously, it…

Another beautiful hot summer day. I sat in the porch swing bird watching till the sweat ran down my brow and I gave up and came in the house. There’s a glorious breeze now making the bamboo I see out my window pull on their cowboy boots and begin to dance the Texas Two Step.…

Did my bird and plant chores this morning under Father Sky’s summer sky sketch, his blue sky and white fluffy clouds coloring a beautiful sunny day. When the real feel temperature hit 104 degrees, I left the porch and headed to my reading chair and my quote books. Ventured back on the porch at 7:15…

Walking Penelope this morning earlier than usual and I saw the moon was still up. He had stayed up later than usual. Mr. Waxing Gibbous Moon resembled a luminous celestial pearl, floating beautifully, hanging low in the dark blue sky canvas. I marveled at the different colors of white and gray I could see, so…

The sky is so pretty this late afternoon. I can see the pale blue sky through Father Sky’s thinly sketched white clouds. The sun is poised right on the peak of the horizon, bright white and blinding like the first taste of moonshine from a dirty Mason jar. As the sun met Father Sky, she…

There was the most wonderful breeze today, cool and refreshing. Every now and then the breeze turned into a strong wind and would blow the pillows out of the swing. The wind chimes sang loudly and the cardinals’ crests ruffled. Eventually the breezes blew themselves out and the heat blazed, wilting my porch flowers. This…

Cerulean blue sky today. White fluffy clouds, barely cigar smoke gray on the bottoms. Nice breeze for a while, strong enough to compose a wind chime symphony. I ate my bagel and fruit watching the fighting finches and cardinals. Lots of small wrens around today. They’ve not fattened up yet like the mature ones. The…

I’m hearing a yard symphony this morning mingling with a far away wind chime melody. The leaf cluttered gutter near me is the bass drumbeat keeping yesterday’s raindrop drips on tempo. The songbirds are a chorus of soloists. Two doves are cooing at the same time but one of them is a little bit off…

“Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father,” Lydia Marie Child. Today is Father’s Day. My three brothers and I lost our daddy on July 8, 1979. He was 56 years old. Had a heart attack sitting at the kitchen table here following a Sunday night family dinner. He was…

Another beautiful day the Lord has blessed us with. I ate breakfast on the porch and enjoyed the morning’s bloom into day. My yard is full of birds flitting around the feeders and drinking from the bird baths. The juvenile cardinals are colored in such wondrous plumage as they begin to mature, some so dark…