I’ve loved this wondrous Tuesday! The blue sky with the white clouds, the song birds singing, the yellow and brown leaves pirouetting to the ground from the oak tree limbs. The clouds are moving fast across the sky, changing shapes and joining hands together. My porch pondering was done in a sweater today. The fall air was cool. The wind chimes enjoyed the breezes and their tintinnabulations were loud and boisterous. Didn’t see many butterflies on the zinnias today. Got too cool so I came in the house and watched out the windows of the lady den as the squirrels and birds frolicked on the bamboo. The squirrels jump from the bamboo to the roof and back again, like little excited acrobats.

Walked Penelope at dusk and the sky was perfectly beautiful, a magnificent setting of richly hued clouds gathered around the setting sun. Mother Nature had painted the horizon an exquisite dark pinkish-peach highlighted with streaks of turquoise and yellow and the sun lay her orange head down in a turquoise light. Father Sky kissed the sun goodnight and then woke the moon and stars at twilight and hung them in the dark sky of night. They’re shining down like tiny flashlight beams. I stood on the the back deck a few minutes near mid-night and looked at the moon filtering down through the bamboo leaves, so pretty.

I’ve never seen Mother Nature paint the different shaped clouds so wondrously — cotton boll clouds colored violet, their edges trimmed in fuchsia, wisps of cotton candy clouds color washed in pink, and long streaky clouds painted yellow and orange, all floating in the sky gathered together like blossoms from a florist bouquet. I’ve never seen a yellow cloud till tonight. All the different colors and shapes of clouds painted a beautiful sky. Guess we’re kinda like clouds, ever growing and changing directions in our lives. If we live a positive life we see a rainbow of colors but if we’re negative we see the colors of the storm clouds.

Just like the sky would be plain without clouds, our lives would be boring it we all had the same behaviors and waves of thoughts. We all have our faults and idiosyncrasies and things that make us different but when we work together we make a beautiful sunset out of the clouds of our lives.

Do you ever wonder what the purpose of life is? Maybe it’s not happiness. Maybe it’s usefulness. Maya Angelou said, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” Most of us do the best we can. We don’t have to be perfect. No one expects us to be so we shouldn’t expect them to be. We don’t have to change the world, just help make it a better by our actions and deeds.

“Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty if only we have the eyes to see them.”– John Ruskin