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Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven…
This Sunday morning was stormy, raining and thundering and lightning, but in our family the sun was gloriously shining in the All Saints Anglican Church in Peachtree City, Georgia as my youngest grandson was confirmed in the church by Archbishop Foley Beach. I’m so proud of Emerson. He’s such a sweet loving boy. I know…
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Every childhood has a garden…
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A Friday night ramble from the porch swing…
Today’s a hot one. Enjoyed the porch today with the breeze keeping it cool, pinging the wind chimes softly. The wind chimes’ notes were muted by the songbirds. The fighting finches and their fighting fledglings are drowning out the songbird symphony. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is bright and hot, the sky is beautifully…
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The simplest of simplest things make me happy…
This was a glorious Thursday morning with a wondrous breeze making porch perching perfect. Sat on the porch swing till it just got too hot. Brought out the box fan but gave up mid-afternoon. I lasted longer than Penelope did, though. As we southerners say, “Man, it’s hot as all get out. I’m burning slap…
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You can’t always chose the music life plays…
Drove back home to Roanoke this morning after a short visit with my grandchildren, driving straight into a cloudless deep blue abyss. From Georgia to Alabama, not a cloud in the sky to mar Father Sky’s blue canvas. The sun was bright and hot, shimmering on the trees lining the highway, a beautiful early morning…
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The love of a family is a life’s greatest blessing…
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Even from the storm clouds of tragedy, rainbows can appear…
Today was a beautiful day of blues skies and stormy skies. We even had a few moments of hail. The sun was bright yellow and so pretty streaming down through the bamboo forest as I watched the thunderstorm clouds roll across the heavens in vibrant shades of purple and blue. After the thunderstorm raged, the…
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“God of all feathered beings, thank you for the birds…”
Today has been full of rain and wind and beautiful songbirds. I sat in the lady den watching a charm of purple finches flock to the bird feeder outside the windows. The little birds fought and squabbled all day on the feeders. They didn’t mind the rain showers. I think we should call them raspberry…
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“So let the rain wash not just dust from your feet…”
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I want to be like a sunflower…
