“Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of joy and wonder. I choose joy over despair, not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift,” Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass.…

Today was a glorious day of Easter celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The cathedral of my yard was full of songbirds singing their symphonies of praise, thanking God for this beautiful day. Father Sky sketched a deep blue sky, picked up his white pastel stick and filled the sky with thin cotton candy clouds.…

“It’s a beautiful morning, ah, I think I’ll go outside for a while and just smile. Just take in some clean fresh air, boy (Ain’t) no sense in staying inside if the weather’s fine and you got the time. It’s your chance to wake up and plan another brand-new day,” A Beautiful Morning, The Rascals.…

A truly Southern thought, gonna file this one away — “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string,” L.M. Montgomery. What beautiful expression of an…

“To be filled with joy by a bird’s beautiful song is to be rooted firmly in the simple life, able to embrace the gifts that are there for each of us,” April Peerless. This quote perfectly sums me up. If I still had a unicycle I’d hope on it and petal off into the glorious…

The day is ending. I’m sitting on the porch swing watching the gloaming begin. Mary Oliver said, “Is there anything more loyal than the sun?” The sun is most certainly faithful waking the day and the night. We never doubt she’ll rise again. I can see the sun dressed in her orange ball gown as…

Today was a fiasco of moments. Opened the front door this morning to walk Penelope and a piece of the screen door, a decorate square of wood that edges the screen, fell off and hit me on the shoulder. And yes, it did hurt! I get my electric screwdriver to screw the door piece back…

“The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth, one is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth,” Dorthy Fransis Gurney. Those simple words capture this beautiful morning. The earth herself is a glorious garden in springtime. The sky is a pastel light celeste blue this…

Been searching for inspiration today. Just looking over this wondrous greening of spring, her deep blue cloudless sky and bright yellow sunshine, gives me pause to thank God for this beautiful morning. The bird songs are cheerful as I sit in the swing and enjoy my cup of coffee. I’m thinking how much I enjoy…

Old man winter blew his cold breath all day. He just can’t help interrupting Mother Nature’s spring awakening. Gonna frost tonight so I covered up my rose bush and my limelight hydrangea. My little rose bush is bursting with pink buds. Kit Kat thought I was making her a house when I covered the rose…