“Give me the splendid, silent sun with all the beams full dazzling,” Walt Whitman. Whitman captured today perfectly. The day was beautiful, a little cool and windy, but a source of joy and wonder for me as I sat in the porch swing feeling the sun’s “beams full dazzling.” The quiet beauty of springtime —…

Mother Nature and Father Sky created a beautiful day today. Mother Nature sent a soft wind to play peaceful hymns on the organ wind chimes across the street, hung the bright yellow sun high to beam her warmth down. Father Sky sketched some white fluffy clouds on his deep blue sky canvas, shading their bellies…

Today in my little slice of heaven here on earth my world was bursting at the seams with spring. Mother Nature’s watercolors in my yard were so beautiful — the deep pink of the roses, the glorious yellows and purples of the pansy blooms, the greens of the new leaves, and all the colorful plumage…

Today’s cloudless cyan sky is the perfect backdrop for all the spring colors of the greening trees. I sat in my purple yard chair looking towards the heavens through the leaves of the old water oak in my front yard. The deep blue sky contrasted so prettily with the new chartreuse green leaves of the…

Today was cool and beautifully overcast, the vanilla sky occasionally spitting out raindrops. Oldest brother brought his small chainsaw over here yesterday, cut the old scuppernong vine down and we pulled the arched trellis out into yard. Four years I’ve lived here and the vines haven’t produced any fruit. Read the vines don’t usually produce…

Watching a storm form from my perch in the porch swing, clouds rolling together mixing their watercolored bellies up in purples and dark blues. First clap of thunder and my son insists I come inside. I’m sitting in my reading chair now watching with the wind’s mighty breath bend the bamboo to almost breaking point.…

On this beautifully blue and hot sunshiny spring day, my yard symphony is loud, more noise than music. I’m listening to a weed eater and lawn mower concerto with an occasional raucous train whistle solo thrown in the mix. When that concert played out a glorious quiet settled over the landscape. I could hear the…

Summertime is still with us today with her blue skies and clear warm sunshine. My yard symphony is composed large buzzing bumblebee bassoonists and happy birdsong arias. It’s hot this afternoon. Mother Nature has planned a few cool nights next week and then maybe she’ll get back to her springtIme. I’m ready to start gardening…

As Penelope and I take our first walk under the deep blue sky this morning, songbirds are all over my yard singing songs of praise for the glorious morning, scampering squirrels are stealing sunflower seeds from the feeders, chasing each other around the old oaks. After I cleaned out the bird baths, filled them with…

Sitting on the porch swing and the afternoon is summer personified! The bright yellow sunshine has heated the day up to a real feel 88 degrees. It’s too hot in the sun on this porch swing so I gathered all my bookie and go sit in the other swing. Once the sun hits this swing,…