“Jesus, it’s beautiful! Great mother of big apples it is a pretty world,” Kenneth Patchen. I feel the same way. Just as pretty a day as I knew it would be after the storms of yesterday and last night. The earth is fresh and green and the sun is warm and the sky is blue and filled with fluffy white clouds. Lots of birds on the feeders and frolicking on the ground. The cardinals and purple finches and the little downy woodpecker family are perched on the feeders. I’m perched, too, in the swing eating my breakfast bagel and cantaloupe. Be glad when this cantaloupe is all gone, not really tasty, but cost to much to throw it away. I just wonder if grocery prices will ever by affordable again. I don’t now how young people with children can make it.

Oldest brother came by for a porch visit this morning and told me he had gotten his tiller fixed and would come and till my flower bed when the ground dries out. I’m so excited about that! Brought me two big tomato plants and I’ll share flower garden space with them. My vegetables in the big pots have really grown. My bell pepper has a bloom on it. My tomatoes have doubled in size. And my little cantaloupe plant is just thriving in the sunflower mulch. We talked about not seeing any hummingbirds around our feeders and we talked about our gardens. Wish I had a tomato warm from the garden to make a sandwich for supper. Got to wait a while for that, though.

The sunset was a study of zaffre blue as Mother Nature painted the fluffy clouds blueberry purple and blushed the cloud’s crowns with brush strokes of deep raspberry pink. The clouds looked just like a blueberry I found this morning when I put a handful of berries on my breakfast plate. One little blueberry was so pretty, capped in raspberry pink like it had been dipped in pink icing.

The sun was so bright I could hardly watch her as she began her journey down the horizon. Mother Nature brushed the sky with watercolors in shades of golden honey and deepened the hues with heavy brush strokes as the sun rolled down the crest of the horizon. “Leave me in the heart of nature — between the sunlight’s glow,” Angie Weiland-Crosby. Such a pretty thought to me.

The sun was dressed in a formal gown of silver silk embellished with crystals and sequined Belgium lace flowers. Father Sky was handsome in his black tuxedo and silver checked bow tie. Mother Nature dimmed the horizon’s corn silk golden light and the sun turned off the day’s light with a goodnight kiss from Father Sky. Father Sky went to wake the moon and the twinkling stars and found them arguing about the northern lights illuminating the night sky. The stars wanted to travel to see the celestial show but the waxing gibbous moon was firm in his place in the sky as the stars gathered around him. If the stars pay attention looking north they might see the beautiful lights in their night sky.

The cool breezes are so lovely tonight, cooling my house and pinging wind chime symphonies, making porch sitting at dusk so pleasant. I’m getting a crick in my neck looking for the aurora display that’s playing out in Alabama. I can’t see it, guess too many lights around and I’m too ignorant to know how to use my phone in night mode to look for the lights. I’m seeing beautiful photos of the lights on the internet. The photos look like glorious sunsets playing out in the dark of night. Another wondrous gift from God. “Nature always wears the color of the spirit,” Ralph Waldo Emerson.

God and his beautiful nature — Ann Frank speaks it best.

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.” — Ann Frank