Old Man Wind is huffing and puffing today, beating a boisterous symphony on the wind chime pipes, giving the bamboo a cold aerobic workout as the sun filters down through their thin trunks and warms their slender pale green leaves. It really sounds like the wind chimes are having a jamboree. I love being able…

My sweet friend drove back to Alex City mid-afternoon under a beautiful vanilla sky gathered with pastel clouds of cigar smoke gray and pale purple. As she left she rolled down the window to say good bye and I noticed she had her shirt on inside out. She yelled, “Bye, love you.” I yell back,…

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out,” Walter Winchell. Such a perfect description of a true loving friendship. My dearest friend is sleeping in the guest room tonight tucked under the quilts with her little black dog Charlie Brown. We’re wearing our matching dog pattern pajamas.…

The sun rose this morning and burst to life in a beautifully watercolored sunrise waking the earth to a glorious day. Mother Nature informed Father Sky we had had enough of his clouds and overcast sky canvases and told him today was a day for the sun to celebrate her glory, to warm the Earth…

I’m enjoying the Christmas tree in the lady den tonight, drinking hot coffee that will probably keep me awake at bedtime, reminiscing about family Christmases celebrated in my home, thanking the Lord for all my blessings. Our hearts are in our homes beating with the love of our families. Maya Angelou said, “The ache for…

Visiting my grandchildren so my words this morning are from my archives… My friend down the street just walked up to borrow a cup of brown sugar. We borrowed her pliers last year on Christmas Eve. Isn’t that a small town act of kindness. I love it! And I love my friends! Real friends are…

Today the sun yanked off her cloud covers, broke through the rolled up banks of purple and cigar smoke clouds, and beamed down her beautiful warm smile on Mother Earth. I was walking Penelope and felt the sun’s kisses on my face. As the hour of sunset approached, Mother Nature dressed the sun in a…

The sky canvas was a bowl of melted vanilla ice cream today. Father Sky kept the clouds tightly bound together, hard to make out the different colors swirled together but when I stared at the clouds for a few moments I could see gray and white and a faint purple, a little chocolate syrup mixed…

Been content and happy today setting the dining room tables for my family’s Christmas dinner. Some days when my cup runneth over I think the day could be perfection personified if I could see Chief walking up the sidewalk. I set his place card by my place setting and put Rosie’s place card on the…

The sky was a melted vanilla, the day cool and damp. I think Mother Nature flung some of her watercolors in shades of gray and purple and blue on Father Sky’s overcast sky canvas. I could pick out the watercolors when I studied the sky. I’m missing Father Sky kissing the sun goodnight at dusk,…