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  • Remember the days of old…

    The sky is cornflower blue not a cloud anywhere I can see. I hear the voices of my ancestors this morning on the porch through the tintinnabulations of the wind chimes and the whispers of the cool breezes. I hear my grandmother coming happily home from her honeymoon to the beautiful home her father built…

  • “We are called to make the earth a beautiful garden…”

    Today is a beautiful picture book day, boundless blue skies, a few wisps of cotton candy clouds, no gray in their bellies. The sun is beaming down hot and relentless making nature’s green colors look almost fluorescent. Mother Nature added a breeze to the mix so I could sit comfortably in the porch swing and…

  • “Flowers are the music of the ground…”

    I watched my granddaughter get on the school bus this morning, watched the grandboys drive off to school in their red golf cart, watched their mother motor off to her work, and I followed behind them driving home from Georgia on an early morning under an overcast sky. I could catch glimpses of Father Sky’s…

  • 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…

  • Every childhood has a garden…

    Visiting my grandchildren so using my archives tonight… Sat in the swing this morning watching the birds enjoying the feeders and the bird baths. The sky was a slab of marble, streaked with gray and blue. The wind chimes were softly pinging out a soft lullaby. A touch of fall was in the air that…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The love of a family is a life’s greatest blessing…

    My Mother’s Day words from last year… Hope all have had a beautiful Mother’s Day with your children. For those of us who have children in heaven I know they are looking down and smiling at us. The day has been a good day in so many ways! My youngest son gave me The World…

  • 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…