I love the word blessings. I like how it sounds as it rolls off my tongue. I like the pictures it bring to my mind when I think of all the good fortune in my life. And I love the hymn Count Your Blessings. The chorus reads, “Count your blessings, name them one by one;…

Friday night football is so special in American small towns. My family is gathered tonight to watch my nephew Ben play for Heard County High School in Franklin, Ga., where Ben is a senior. His dad is one of the football coaches, his mother a cheerleader coach. My oldest son and his family are coming…

Ran across a two deck box of my mother’s bird pattern playing cards today. I love them. The grandchildren and I often play cards. I gave my granddaughter Handley a two deck box of Mama’s bridge cards in a roses pattern. Those are our Go Fishing playing cards. One deck is trimmed in gold, the…

Another glorious day the Lord has made. The blue heavens are covered in bird feather clouds, so pretty as I watched them form and change shapes, some stretching out like angel wings. I walked Penelope down the broken sidewalk next door taking photos of the day’s prizes I saw — the huge dinosaur foot of…

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…

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…

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…

“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…

The sky is overcast this morning with thin layers of cigar smoke clouds. I keep waiting for Father Sky to sketch the clouds bellies dark gray to let the rain fall. Late afternoon the sun burned a hole in the clouds, just big enough for her to get her rays through, and quickly dissipated the…

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.…