The porch is so pleasant this morning. The sun is hiding under her quilted cloud covers of grays and whites and blues and purples. Occasionally I hear the drumbeat of intermittent rain drops on the purple yard chair. The birds are cheerful and singing happily, their symphonies heard all over the neighborhood. I need to…

“May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.” ee cummings. This quote popped up in my mind when I opened the front door this morning and walked out on the porch. Such a pretty day just full of bird songs and bright sunshine. The sky was the color…

Enjoyed watching a robin in my yard this morning. I told him spring had already sprung if he was here to herald the coming spring. He was hopping and prancing around the yard with his beak tilted up. I think he thought he was so handsome, dressed in his gray-brown suit and orange vest, he…

“Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present,” Bill Keene. I love that quote. Today has been a beautiful present with its blue sky crowded with purple and gray clouds that never emptied their bellies of rain. My newly planted vegetables need some rain on their…

“I never get tired of the blue sky,” Vincent van Gogh. I agree, nothing prettier than a blue sky. I like mine dotted with fluffy white clouds and hot yellow sunshine. Father Sky sketched perfectly today. His early morning clouds looked like a toddler had picked up his white pastel, pushed the stick from one…

“Oh, what a beautiful mornin’, Oh, what a beautiful day. I got a beautiful feelin’ everything’s goin’ my way.” I walked out on the porch this morning and heard that chorus from Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’ as I stepped off the porch to walk Penelope. Another pretty day dolled up in late spring fashion…

A mid-afternoon breeze is whispering soft and gentle, rustling the spring’s tender green leaves and pinging soft symphonies on the wind chimes. Father Sky has sketched a summer sky, bright and blue. The clouds are large, their bellies the color of cigar smoke. Mother Nature watercolored the sun hot yellow. The birds are enjoying the…

The world in all its beauty today is glorious. Psalm 19:1 states, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Sat on the porch several different times today and each time I had another magnificent spring watercolor painting to enjoy. The birds are crooning their hymns of praise…

I love this quote! “Sometimes I pretend to be normal but it gets boring so I go back to being me,” Ain Eineziz. Makes me think of some dumb things I do. This has been a Shady Oaks week in so many ways. I blew the horn when I rode by Shady Oaks this morning…

Visiting my grandchildren, making memories for our cardboard boxes. Here’s a favorite blog of mine from last summer. I’ll be back with new words Thursday morning. Been waist deep in a brown cardboard box of hidden memories today, gleaming jewels of family togetherness and celebrations, hidden in an old bent up discarded box from Chief’s…