A brisk breeze is rustling the old oak’s leaves this morning sending a few brown ballerinas pirouetting down to the ground, dropping acorn bullets on the tin roof next door. The sky is beautifully overcast, a bowl of melted vanilla ice cream swirled with grays and blues. The sun has stayed under her cloud covers…

I see the moon and the moon sees me, down through the leaves of the old oak tree! Thought about this children’s poem by Meredith Wilson when I was walking Penelope this morning. I was watching a swarm of fall oak leaves floating gracefully to the ground and when I looked up through the leaves…

Today was breezy and pleasant. The blue sky sketched full of clouds. The cool breezes caressed my skin and rustled the leaves on the oak trees. I just sat in the swing most of the day and enjoyed watching the birds. Didn’t do any writing or note taking. Put supper in the crock pot and…

Today is just glorious! I’ve been on the porch perched in the swing for hours enjoying the breezes and the deep azure sky. Not a cloud to be seen. The neighborhood’s and my wind chimes have been serenading me all day with fall symphonies. As the sun creeps across the porch she warms my legs…

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…

“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…

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…

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…

When I walked out on the porch this morning, I was gifted with a beautiful deep blue sky bathed in bright clear sunshine. The sky is so pretty, a prize from God after last night’s thunder and lightning. I sat on the porch in one of my porch swings thinking the Lord has outdone himself.…

The sunset was so beautiful tonight in its simplisticness. The dusk was soft and warm and the sun slowly set, rolling down the horizon in silver beauty beaming white rays of sunlight to kiss the the tops of the trees, to warm the cardinals’ wings and the fluffy tails of the squirrels. As the sun…