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“Gratitude is the sign of noble souls…”
I sat in the swing this morning drinking my coffee, enjoying a mockingbird’s music recital. He was perched high in the prickly fir tree across the street performing magestically for the neighborhood’s delight. Mockingbirds can learn up to 200 songs in their lifetimes, can mimic other birds and environmental noises. We had a mockingbird in…
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Hope is praying for rain, faith is bringing an umbrella…
A brisk breeze is rustling the old oak’s leaves this morning sending a few brown ballerinas pirouetting down to the ground, dropping acorn bullets on the tin roof next door. The sky is beautifully overcast, a bowl of melted vanilla ice cream swirled with grays and blues. The sun has stayed under her cloud covers…
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God’s light is so beautiful in nature…
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No one is dressed in an autumn cardigan…
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May my heart always be open to little birds…
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I hope I can be the autumn leaf…
This is the day which the Lord has made, a perfectly beautiful Wednesday. The Lord and Father Sky have created a picture perfect definition of a day of Fall — dark blue sky filled with luminous fluffy white clouds, a cool breeze pinging the wind chimes, rustling the leaves and fluffing the bird’s feathers. I’m…
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Unexpected twinkles of joy make magical moments…
“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord,” Psalm 150:6. Today was a glorious day to be alive and thankful for breath. I’m watching a sky overcast with vanilla clouds swirled with grays and blues. The songbirds are singing around the neighborhood, the squirrels are fussing in the old oaks and tall magnolias, the orange…
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God loves a cheerful giver…
Another beautiful summer day with a few hints of fall in the breezes that played a pleasant symphony on the porch’s wind chimes most of the day. “The finest symphony of all time belongs to the earth itself, in the gentle chorus of birdsong,” Unknown. I think that’s a beautiful expression of nature. My yard…
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“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky…”
The sky was sketched cobalt blue this morning, almost purple. Father Sky didn’t draw any clouds till mid morning. A breeze pinged the wind chimes composing a yard symphony with the songbirds singing solos. The doves were walking around bobbin their heads and I immediately heard the “Bar bar bar bar Barbara Ann” of the…
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I was gifted with a beautiful sky…
