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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…
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“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy…”
Beautiful day, the sun has burned off the thin gray clouds. My grandchildren have been so sweet. The parentals flew off this morning for a short anniversary trip. My granddaughter made pancakes for breakfast. She’s so exact with her measuring. I couldn’t get her to try the Patty no measure way. Told her I used…
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Thank God we still have the pliers…
I’m visiting my grandchildren this weekend. Drove up to Peachtree City today under a pale blue sky with clouds resembling smiles, guess Father Sky was sketching the smile on my face. Went to the children’s high school football game tonight, started late after a rain delay. I get excited seeing my oldest grandson in the…
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Beauty in a skipper dance recital…
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“How many slams in an old screen door?”
I think God left his hosepipe on today and forgot to tell Mother Nature to turn it off. The morning is visibly overcast like a melted bowl of vanilla ice cream. I’ve enjoyed gazing skyward and discovering all the different colors swirled in the bowl of ice cream sky. I can see violet, silver, lavender,…
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I don’t see a swing on heaven’s porch…
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Life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…
Walked Penelope this morning right before the rain began. A heavy shower, big leaf bending drops, fell from a cigar smoke overcast sky, slapping the sidewalk and the tin roof next door. The sun is doing her best trying to push her bright yellow face through the clouds. She’s almost visible, her golden rays getting…
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A squirrel is just a rat in a cuter outfit…
