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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…
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There is nothing sweeter than the sun’s caress…
The day is waking in all her glory. The birds are singing and flittering all over my yard, the scampering squirrels are stealing sunflower seeds from the bird feeders, and the buzzards are climbing the wind current staircases. Another day spins with its blue sky and warm sunshine. I’m perched in the swing drinking coffee…
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Walk with God and you’ll always reach your destination…
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I want to sing like the birds sing…
“The month of May is the gateway to summer,” Jean Hursey. Today was a study in the coming summer. Bright blue sky with a thin layer of bridal veil clouds, stretched across the sky canvas, sketched by Father Sky’s white pastels. One lone turkey buzzard was riding the spiral staircase of the wind currents, winding…
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May sunshine warm your face, and kindness warm your soul…
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Black clouds make the blue skies even more beautiful…
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“If you ever want your soul to dance in the clouds…”
A glorious thunderstorm is playing out now in the day’s gloaming. Mother Nature opened the flood gates, the clouds rolled in dark and purple, the wind bent the trees, and the life giving rain fell from heaven. I love a spring thunderstorm when the windows are open, all the thunder booms and rain symphonies can…
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“Life is a mix of mayhem and magnolias…”
