The day is so pretty, cool, windy and blue, cloudless. The birds are everywhere in the yard, singing and eating. Kat and Penelope sat in the sun enjoying the sun’s warmth while I filled up the bird feeders. Hung up a finch sock full of thistle seeds, hoping the goldfinches will flock to it. I…

“We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing, for song is their pleasure since they were created for singing. Similarly, we ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of the heavens,” Johannes Kepler. Read this quote today, deeper than my usual ones, been pondering on…

I have watched Father Sky change the colors in his sky sketch all day. He began with a vanilla cloud colored overcast sky this morning, adding touches of cigar smoke grey, aqua and purple, moving the clouds close together, then letting the wind push them away to leave a clear blue sky dotted with white…

Today the sky canvas is deep blue, stretching across the heavens cloudless and clear. God is smiling down through the sun’s bright rays, kissing the dandelions and the tiny wildflowers awake. Mother Nature is doing every thing in her power to bring forth the spring. It’s getting closer every day, the grass is greening, the…

I’m thinking this morning as I walk out on the porch that heaven is like a large front porch, welcoming and comfortable, a place where we meet with family as we enter heaven. We gather on our porches greeting each other just as we’ll have joyful reunions at the gates of heaven. Four generations of…

The wind entertained me all afternoon as it shook brown magnolia leaves from the trees’ branches, chasing them around as they danced in the yards and street. Occasionally the fallen oak tree leaves would join the magnolia leaves for a whirlwind, twisting down the street, slapping themselves loudly on the concrete. I’m always fascinated by…

“Prayer is how we press our hands into the invisible and find the hand of Christ reaching back,” James K. A. I love the imagery in this quote. I was walking Penelope this morning thinking of prayer and thanking God for the beautiful day’s blue sky and the flocks of songbirds in my yard and…

The birds are scarce this morning, I heard them singing when I woke. Maybe they’re sleeping in, tired from singing arias all night. The day is beautiful, bright yellow sunshine, fluffy grey, white and aqua clouds floating across the blue sky canvas. Haven’t seen my cloudless sulphur butterfly friend. As the morning wanes, Old Man…

Drove to LaGrange, Georgia, this morning to have my car serviced for a recalled headlight switch. Such a pretty drive, 25 miles on a country highway under a beautiful blue sky, cloudless and clear, full of sunglasses’ sunshine. I saw a field of daffodils, their yellow blooms contrasting beautiful with the herd of Black Angus…

I’m perched in the swing this afternoon, feet up, my head resting on a bird pattern cushion, swinging back and forth pretending I’m in a small sailboat, a Jeb Ewing work of art, beautifully handcrafted from Honduran mahogany, trimmed in exotic woods colored brown and ebony and cream and pink, the boat’s crisp bleached white…