The sky is so pretty late afternoon as cloud layers of white, then blue, then white, then blue, each layer a different color, a different gradient shade, meld together as they float to the top of the aqua white heavens. Just as the sunset pageant began behind the curtain of clouds, the sun burned a…

Today’s day was just so pretty and crisp in its winterness, cerulean blue sky, clear and cloudless. Father Sky didn’t use any of his pastel sticks to draw clouds, letting the blue sky canvas enjoy its unmarred blueness. Bundled up to walk Penelope this morning, gloves, cap, down jacket. This cold weather is getting old.…

The sky canvas was so beautiful this morning. Father Sky chose a pale blue pastel and colored the late morning sky a robin’s egg blue, decorated the heavens with white bridal veil clouds, thin and sparse, stretched out in a formation resembling white long neck geese migrating through the sky. Late afternoon as the sun…

The cold air kissed my cheeks as I walked Penelope down the street and over the broken sidewalk obstacle course this morning. The sky was clear and beautifully blue, the sunshine bright yellow. Mr. First Quarter Moon stayed up late to enjoy the beautiful dawn breaking on another blue sky cold winter’s day. I saw…

Old Man Winter won the weather battle today. Mother Nature has managed to keep temperatures in the high forties but the old man controls the night as we drop down to 19 degrees. Going to be a three dog night but I’ve only got one dog. Guess Penelope and I will hunker down under a…

Old Man Winter is on the way. I can feel his presence in the cold breeze this afternoon. The sky is beginning to get purples in its white aqua cloud cover gearing up for a heavy rain tonight. Old Man Winter is blowing his frosty breath over my little slice of heaven. He’s gonna huff…

Penelope and I took a ride in a little whirlwind of brown oak leaves this morning. She was doing her morning aggressive sniffing of the mail box post and the leaves jumped up and surrounded us in a quick little whirlwind. We just stood still and the leaves quickly swirled around us and then danced…

A flock of cedar waxwings visited my neighborhood this morning swarming around the holly trees looking for berries. I heard the waxwings excited high pitched happy whistles before I went outside to walk Penelope. Such beautiful birds with their soft brown, gray and lemon-yellow plumage, their wing tips dipped in bright red, their tail feathers…

Billy Graham said, “Every day is a gift from God, no matter how old we are.” I think that’s a serious quote that we should all take note of. Isaiah 60:1 says, “Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.” God wants us to rise each…

Another beautiful day of winter blue skies courtesy of Father Sky and his box of blue pastels. The faithful cardinals dressed in their crimson robes and fawn brown cardigans visited the feeders this morning. The wind chimes joined in their symphony of morning prayers. My neighbor across the street burned the weeds off his brick…