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A family’s love is life’s greatest blessing…
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When the smile is full of God’s love it’s priceless…
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The wonder of Chief…
Pondering in the porch swing today. It’s warmer outside than in my house. The sky is overcast in melted vanilla ice cream, swirled with blues and cigar smoke grays. The sun is doing her best to peek through the cloud covers. I’m watching eight pair of cardinals on the bird feeders. The squirrels are scampering…
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Everything is better in a Mason jar…
Walking Penelope this morning in a beautiful English cathedral of stained glass leaves. The sun’s golden rays are shining directly through the maple trees, lighting the trees’ gloriously watercolored leaves. Brings back memories from my college trip to England, the breath taking beauty of their cathedrals’ stained glass windows. My water oak is showing out,…
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The “lesser light” rules the night…
Did not do any porch pondering or porch swing perching today. I have actually done chores most of the day. Getting ready for my children coming home for our McMurray Thanksgiving dinner. When my family and my three brothers and their families gather there’s over forty of us celebrating together. We have such a good…
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God puts rainbows in the clouds…
Sitting in the swing making notes for tonight’s writing. Oldest brother is picking me up shortly to go to his granddaughter’s birthday party. Hard to believe that beautiful sweet baby is celebrating her 12th birthday. The day is so pretty, blue sky dotted with cotton boll clouds, warm sunshine. Looks like a birthday party day.…
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Quit trying to steal the pen…
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Their little faces whisper of hope…
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Nature’s farewell kiss to the night…
Enjoyed the day perched in the porch swing watching the handsome cardinals on the bird feeders. The males bright red coats contrast so beautifully with the fawn brown, light orange fall sweaters of their meek mates. I’m watching a pair of the cardinals riding a carnival ride on a dead purple polk salad branch swinging…
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We only get one chance at living…
The overcast sky is so beautiful right before dusk. Father Sky has layered his folded clouds in grays and purples and vanillas, so pretty and fluffy looking, each cloud resting on top of another. When it came time for the pageant of sunset, Mother Nature only had a small window of blue sky canvas to…
