Visiting my grandchildren so my words today are from my archives, May 13, 2025… Today was rather fallish in my corner of the world. I walked Penelope in a light rain this morning and tried to sit on the porch and ponder but it was just too cool and damp. Pitiful when 61 degrees makes…

I was thinking today that just being alive is a such a wonderful thing. To wake up each day with breath is a blessing. And I know I write that almost every day but I think we need reminding of what a gift each day is. The world is full of all colors and all…

Been pondering on Mother’s Day, the day after the holiday, perched in the porch swing bird watching as the morning comes alive. The sky is dark blue and a few wisps of clouds are floating along like a beautiful school of fish swimming in a blue crystal bowl. When the cloud fish swam away, the…

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still…

My neighborhood has been joyfully quiet all day, the cool air full of the songbirds’ singing. A big fat wren sat on the bannisters this morning trying to teach his bird child to sing an aria but the little one could hardly mimic a little whistle compared to his daddy’s loud songs. His daddy leaned…

The sky is beautifully overcast today in the colors of pewter and silver and cigar smoke grays. Ralph Waldo Emerson says, “The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.” I agree and the overcast skies are just as beautiful to me as the deep blue skies of sunny days. Today’s sky looks like a…

I sat out on the porch this morning as a light rain fell and when the rain quit, the sun burst through the cigar smoke clouds like a green spotlight shining down on my yard highlighting the flowers and the trees and the vegetable plants. So beautiful! I love the fresh greenness of the landscape…

Today was another study in the coming summer, bright blue sky, thin layers of bridal veil clouds stretched across the sky canvas sketched by Father Sky’s white pastels. One lone turkey buzzard was riding the spiral staircase of the wind currents, winding up the sky till it was just a speck in the blue heavens.…

Another day as pretty as can be. I’m up earlier than usual having slept the whole night through for the first time in a while. I woke to the birds singing and watched two squirrels frolic in the bamboo fronds near my bedroom window. Took Penelope for an early walk. The sky is a blaze…

Read a very compelling book sitting in the swing today, The Happiest Man on Earth by Eddie Jaku. The book was published when he was 100 years old. As a teenager in Leipzig, Germany, Eddie was beaten by the Nazi SS, arrested and sent to a concentration camp with thousand of other Jews. For the…