Today is Chief’s 90th birthday. I hope he celebrated in heaven with fried oysters with all the trimmings and a chocolate birthday cake with ice cream. He would love gardening in this glorious spring. We used to kid him about meeting Thomas Jefferson in heaven and the two of them sitting down together and comparing…

Today is my 44th wedding anniversary. We had been married for almost 41 years when Chief died. We used to laugh, talking about celebrating our 50th anniversary. I was 25 and he was 46 when we married. His birthday was the next day, my birthday six days later. He’d be 95 and I’d be 74…

Drove up to visit the grandchildren in Peachtree City this morning. The sky was baby blue and cloudless. The drive was so pretty. I saw a jet, way high in the sky, the sun’s rays striking its silver wings in a flash of light. I was so mesmerized by the plane’s wings that I forgot…

Been distracted by chores and errands today and I didn’t get to enjoy the pretty day from my porch swing perch. I did watch the sky canvas, sketched spring blue and dotted with white wispy clouds, for a few moments, sitting in my purple yard chair while Penelope took a sunbath. The songbirds were happily…

The March wind is keeping me off the porch swing this morning. It’s just a little too cold. I guess I’m getting old as I approach my 69th birthday next week. The day has finally warmed up enough for me to ponder in the porch swing. It was cold this morning walking Penelope. Mother Nature’s…

From this day in 2024… The afternoon has been so pretty, a pale blue sky full of fat sun kissed clouds, their bellies lightly shaded grey, pushed around by the whispering and sometimes the roaring winds of March. The sun broke through mid-day and warmed up Mother Earth. I tried to ponder in the porch…

The day is as quiet as a country cathedral. No birds songs, no wind chimes’ tintinnabulations, just a southern Sunday morning quietly waking, warming up in the sunshine. Just as I get comfortable in the swing, a lonely train whistle wails loudly, bursting through the quiet, clickety clacking down the iron rails of the track,…

Been sitting in the porch swing most of the day. Guess I’m a certified porch potato now. The sky has been cornflower blue all day, cloudless and clear, the sun hot on my cheeks when her rays reach the porch mid-day. A cool breeze has pinged the wind chimes, adding bell solos to the songbird…

Played porch tag with the porch swings all day. Sat in one swing, too hot with my sweater on. Sat in other swing, too cold without my sweater. I felt like Goldilocks with her bowl of porridge. The day was so pretty, warm sun beaming from a blue sky canvas dotted with fluffy clouds. Had…

Can’t remember the last time I watched the sun rise, guess it was when I was driving to work in Alexander City in 2021. I’d leave around 4:30 AM and I’d see the sun awaken the day each morning before I got to work. The sunrise colors are so glorious. The sun rises in the…