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God has already mapped out the highway of our lives…
The morning sky is so pretty, cool and pleasant. All the wind chimes are singing different songs pinging all their tubular notes loudly, happily. I love the symphony. I think Penelope wishes the symphony would stop. Father Sky opened his pastels and after coloring the sky cerulean blue, dragged his white pastel all over the…
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A song in our heart…
This morning feels like a lover’s kiss of fall, cool and breezy, the sky a deep dark blue. The songbirds are singing, grateful for this gorgeous morning. The wind chimes are pinging a symphony of summer soon ending. Penelope is frisky, pulling me along, enjoying the fresh air, making me careful on the broken sidewalk…
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Heaven is under our feet…
Today was such a beautiful day with its blue sky, clear bright sunshine, white fluffy clouds. As John Donne writes, “Yesterday the sun went hence, and yet it is here today.” This morning made me think of the summertime days of my childhood, running through the house, screen door slamming behind me as my bare…
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The singing of birds became an orchestra…
“The singing of birds became an orchestra — a symphony of gossip and mirth,” C. Tagore. That quote describes my yard today. The birds are happy in the sunshine of a glorious blue sky day, singing and talking, calling their mates. There is so much beauty in a bird’s song. They are eternally cheerful, welcoming…
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“From little acorns mighty oaks grow…”
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“The world is charged with the grandeur of God…”
I’m drinking my coffee this morning perched on a black polka dotted swing cushion gazing at an overcast sky, beautiful layers of silk sky fabric in pale elderberry and whipping cream colors, resting on the antique cutting table of the horizon. Prettiest overcast sky canvas I’ve every seen sketched by Father Sky and his pastels.…
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Life happens, that’s the beauty of living…
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The sky sends threads of hope…
The sky is so beautifully blue this morning, cloudless, clear hot summertime sunshine beaming down. Mother Nature sprinkled her diamonds of dew on the fronds of the neighborhood’s grass. Looked at the color charts to find the perfect color word to describe Father Sky’s sky canvas. Looks like he reached in his box of Unison…
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Even when the clouds curtain the sunset…
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“The splendor of the old…”
Another beautiful day of grandmothering. Been playing card games, Go Fishing, Crazy Eights, with a few games of Blackjack thrown in with freeze pops for treats. I won the Go Fishing tournament with a record 17 pairs. The parentals just got home from their anniversary trip, loved seeing the teenagers hugging on their parents. My…
