The day waked beautifully, sporting a pale blue sky full of thin cotton candy clouds stretched out along the horizon. The clouds made me think of the cotton fluff inside a stuffed animal toy. After Penelope’s walk I put her in her playpen and filled up the bird feeders. After my bird chores were finished…

The sky was overcast in shades of cigar smoke grays and melted vanilla ice cream beige this morning. When I walked Penelope, Mother Nature was pouring rain from her little watering can. The sun was hidden, sleeping late under her cloud covers. The birds were all over my yard, flitting from feeder to feeder joining…

Billy Graham said, “Every day is a gift from God, no matter how old we are.” I think that’s a serious quote that we should all take note of. Isaiah 60:1 says, “Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.” God wants us to rise each…

Been enamored by the birds today. My yard is full of cardinals and chickadees and titmice. Saw a pileated woodpecker and a turkey buzzard sharing the winter blue sky. A little flock of sparrows were scratching around the little yellow dandelions and took flight when Penelope and I walked by. Bird watching is such a…

Today woke up to a beautiful blue sky accented with bleached cotton boll clouds floating freely, spaced out, being careful to not bump into each other. The sun was warm and bright even though early morning was cold. I still see the six little dandelion blooms, bright yellow, pushing up through the brown oak leaves…

Today was such a pretty picture. Father Sky sketched a pastel blue sky and filled his winter sky sketch with small white clouds. The birds were enjoying the sunshine this morning, singing happily, composing a euphonious yard symphony. I filled the bird feeders up under the supervision of a fat little pine warbler. He just…

Winter is still with us but my snow is gone. I’m riding my stationary bike dressed in my penguin feeted pjs watching a titmice reunion on the bird feeder outside the lady den windows. Looks like the titmouse sitting on top of the feeder pole is taking roll to see who survived another winter night.…

Well, it was cold today and it’s even colder tonight. Had given up on the snowflakes but late afternoon the tiny white flakes came down and dusted the ground and the roof tops on my street. I sat in the quiet of the lady den and watched the snowflakes gather on the bamboo leaves, transferring…

Father Sky sketched a wondrous winter blue sky this morning. No clouds, just a lone turkey buzzard climbing the circular stairway in the windy sky. My yard was full of birds filling their little bellies with sunflower seeds. All the birds sitting on the power lines had their feathers fluffed, insulating themselves against the cold.…

Father Sky sketched a beautiful vanilla overcast sky today, lot of colors caught up in his clouds, cigar smoke grays, purples and blues. Mr. North Wind blew the bamboo around in a dancing congo line. He had a bite in his wind today, nipping my ears and fingers, showing us who’s the boss before Mother…