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No one is dressed in an autumn cardigan…
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May my heart always be open to little birds…
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I hope I can be the autumn leaf…
This is the day which the Lord has made, a perfectly beautiful Wednesday. The Lord and Father Sky have created a picture perfect definition of a day of Fall — dark blue sky filled with luminous fluffy white clouds, a cool breeze pinging the wind chimes, rustling the leaves and fluffing the bird’s feathers. I’m…
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Unexpected twinkles of joy make magical moments…
“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord,” Psalm 150:6. Today was a glorious day to be alive and thankful for breath. I’m watching a sky overcast with vanilla clouds swirled with grays and blues. The songbirds are singing around the neighborhood, the squirrels are fussing in the old oaks and tall magnolias, the orange…
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God loves a cheerful giver…
Another beautiful summer day with a few hints of fall in the breezes that played a pleasant symphony on the porch’s wind chimes most of the day. “The finest symphony of all time belongs to the earth itself, in the gentle chorus of birdsong,” Unknown. I think that’s a beautiful expression of nature. My yard…
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“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky…”
The sky was sketched cobalt blue this morning, almost purple. Father Sky didn’t draw any clouds till mid morning. A breeze pinged the wind chimes composing a yard symphony with the songbirds singing solos. The doves were walking around bobbin their heads and I immediately heard the “Bar bar bar bar Barbara Ann” of the…
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I was gifted with a beautiful sky…
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“A leaf falls on loneliness…”
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Reflections on a fall morning…
The sky looks melancholy and sad today, marbled with grays and white, a few dashes of blue. The clouds are gathering, their bellies gray, contemplating dropping rain, but the breezes are pushing them north. No matter how blue our skies are we know dark clouds will eventually come. We’ll weather these storms and look for…
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The beauty of the snow white magnolia…
The falling leaves are waving goodbye to Summer but Summer has turned her back on Fall. Maybe Summer is waiting for a formal bon voyage party with the leaves dressed in their gowns of glorious Autumn colors. She’s being stubborn this September. It’s hot on my porch even with the box fan. The magnolias have…
