I’m perched in the porch swing this morning listening to the joyous singing of the songbirds. The warm sunshine, beaming from a beautiful deep blue sky, is kissing my cheeks like a benevolent grandmother. There is just enough of a breeze to touch the keys of the organ wind chimes across the street and ping…

Father Sky used his pastels to sketch a sombre leaden overcast sky today. He pushed and rolled his pastels in cigar smoke grays, pale purples, and blues across the heavens using his fingers to blend the colors together, leaving no room for the sun’s rays to peek through and warm the day. The bird feeders…

The sky was so beautifully blue this morning. Not a cloud in sight. As the day waned the sun bleached the blueness from the heavens and Father Sky filled his pale blue sky canvas with sun kissed clouds. The birds sang and called their friends to the bird feeders. Old Man Winter had enough breath…

The sky was so gloriously winter blue this morning, no bird wings or clouds to mar the beauty of Father Sky’s azure canvas. Old Man Winter spent the night here and his cold breath brought out dozens of songbirds to the feeders, fueling their little stomachs with sunflowers seeds to warm themselves through the day…

Go outside today and you’ll feel Old Man Winter nipping at your nose and cheeks. It was a winter blue sky, crisp cold 29 degree’s morning when I took Penelope on our first walk of the day. The sunshine yellow blossomed dandelions are still holding forth, haven’t opened their feathery white umbrellas yet. The dandelions…

Today is a good day. I’m watching Gunsmoke from my easy chair, Penelope napping in my lap. We’re snuggled up under a beautiful cardinal blanket, eating chocolates from a Whitman’s Sampler my children gave me for Valentine’s Day. My little heater is burning its fake logs warmly. Father Sky has sketched a wondrous overcast sky…

Father Sky has sketched a beautiful pale blue sky canvas today, covered in thin line clouds, brushed across the horizon pale white and translucent. One of my neighbors down the street had a huge magnolia crash on the back of his house, took a power line transformer and power lines out with it. He’s the…

Back home after babysitting the grandchildren for several days. I’m blissfully tired and full of happiness. Gonna dip into my archives tonight for this day in 2023 and get back on schedule tomorrow. Thanks for reading! No porch pondering today! Winter is back with its winds! I need to batten down the hatches. The wind…

Still babysitting the grandchildren. We had to get up around four o’clock this morning and head to the basement storage room because of an emergency tornado warning. Never seen the word “emergency” on a warning but I jumped out of the bed when the phone pinged and the weather siren started blaring. I waked the…

“Life is not meant to be perfect but it’s meant to be spent together.” Heard that sentence on tv yesterday. I’m babysitting my grandchildren and spending time with them is so much fun. They keep me laughing, make me feel loved and special. Had a nightmare last night and my oldest grandson ran to my…