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Family is everything…
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Just a glimpse of the real thing…
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God puts rainbows in the clouds…
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset,” Ravindranath Tagore. Love this quote, probably used it many times. I’ve been porch pondering in the swing all day, watching the clouds play on Father Sky’s perfectly painted azure blue sky canvas. Clouds are…
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Every day is a new chalkboard…
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Don’t put off happiness…
Today was so pretty, bright blue sky, lots of different shaped clouds floating like puzzle pieces, joining and separating in the sky. Had warm sunshine, too! Been busy all morning but did have time to sit and eat my lunch in the swing. Just pondered the afternoon away in the swing watching the yard critters.…
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Soar against all the gusts of wind…
At my late breakfast on the porch, sharing cantaloupe with Penelope. She begs so pitifully and looks at me with those puppy dog eyes like she’s a starving homeless puppy, stranded on the interstate in the pouring rain, dodging speeding freight trucks. I just can’t say no to that face. The sky was a beautiful…
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Our life is a coin…
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Live only as you can…
Dreary day today. I enjoy a dreary day every now and then. Makes for good napping and enjoyable book reading but I did neither today. I was glued to the tv watching college football and tea partying. The clouds were spitting rain when I walked Penelope. The birds loved it, so did the squirrels. Had…
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Put wings on your dreams…
Ate my breakfast perched in the swing this morning, watching Father Sky draw beautiful clouds and hang them high on his blue sky canvas. I think he was giving art lessons, sketching all kinds of clouds, some of them round and fluffy, kissed pristine white on their crowns by the sun and brushed gray on…
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Oaks grow strong in the wind…
Father Sky and Mother Nature collaborated together today and created another glorious fall day, warm bright sunshine, cotton boll clouds floating around the azure blue sky canvas, melding together and crowding each other. Some of the clouds were softly brushed on their bellies with light gray but not colored dark enough to spill some rain…
