Fall has bloomed this morning with a bright sunshine. A crisp breeze is playing music on my organ wind chimes. Father Sky has sketched a light blue sky canvas zigzagged with clouds drawn thin and transparent by his white pastels. The mourning doves dressed in their pretty suits of grays are bobbing around under the…

The acorns have been raining down today, pinging on my metal porch furniture and playing cops and robbers’ music on the tin roof next door. Every acorn I looked at today was a different color — browns and blacks and greens and oranges, some with their fancy carved hats, others without. I found one acorn,…

The sky greeted me and Penelope this morning with an overcast canopy of melancholy white. I sat in the swing and she sat in her little pen and we watched the sun try to burn the cloud cover away. Ever-so often the sky would peek its blue self through the cloud cover. It’s amazing to…

I sat in the swing this morning drinking my coffee, enjoying a mockingbird’s music recital. He was perched high in the prickly fir tree across the street performing magestically for the neighborhood’s delight. Mockingbirds can learn up to 200 songs in their lifetimes, can mimic other birds and environmental noises. We had a mockingbird in…

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…