Woke up this morning to the glorious singing of the beautiful little songbird choirs. The day was gorgeously sketched by Father Sky. Using his box of blue pastels, he layered color from the horizon to the heavens, deepening the shades from pale baby blue to a deep cornflower. A few clouds stretched long and thin…

I woke up at 6:08 this morning and peeked out the window to see if dearest friend was still with us. She told me goodbye when we went to bed, planning to leave early morning for Alexander City to pick up her dog Charlie Brown from the boarders. I looked out the window at 6:30…

“When we laugh together the heart knows it’s a memory in the making,” Unknown. We old fogies and the young one made it home safely this afternoon worn out from traveling, our hearts full of laughter and glorious memories. We traveled home leisurely visiting the pecan shops and the Horse Creek Winery. The winery has…

I love the quote by Maya Angelou that reads, “This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.” Today was a such a wonderful day at the beach. The ocean was angry with waves and Old Man Wind was huffing and puffing wind and sand but my dearest friend and me and my…

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever,” Jacques Cousteau. Today the skies are gray and purple with rain, the ocean’s music loud and boisterous, the pewter water slapping the sandy beach with a bass drum beat. My dearest friend and I, drawn by the ocean’s maternal heart…

Our travel has ended at the ocean and the rain is gently falling on the beach, now getting heavier. The waves are strong and pounding the beach, dragging the sand back to the deeper waters, leaving little ripples in the beach. The clouds are dark gray and purple centered on the horizon, contrasting with the…

Hans Christian Andersen wrote, “To move, to breathe, to fly, to float… to travel is to live.” I’m packing my bag for a trip to the shark bite capital of the world. I’m gonna move, and breathe, watch the birds fly, and enjoy the travel but not float in the ocean. I’ve got my leopard…

Another beautiful day the Lord has made! Hot summer time day. Even the breeze is warm today. The songbirds are all happily singing and flitting around the feeders and bird baths. The wind chimes are pinging soft spring melodies. My yard symphony is composed by large buzzing bumblebee bassoonists and happy birdsong arias. Everyone is…

A pretty sunny day ringing with songbird symphonies and soft wind chime melodies is getting ready to say hello to the mystical twilight, the soft magical mist of daylight beginning to dim. The sun is slowly rolling down the horizon and her yellow rays are filtering down through the tree branches highlighting the myriad colors…

The day is pictured perfectly as spring, robin’s egg blue sky sketched with fluffy luminous clouds. Wish I could record the bird symphony today. So loud and so melodious. Sounds like happiness. Claude Monet said, “I would like to paint the way a bird sings.” That’s my yard today, full of spring’s colorful songbirds chirping…