I love quotes and I’m constantly writing them down on scraps of paper when I read books and magazines or watch films. Bad thing is I usually can’t read my chicken scratching so I have to search the internet to find the exact quote’s words and the person to attribute it to. Been reading quotes…

I love a pretty day when the weather is fallish, the sky so blue and clear, the clouds randomly sketched by Father Sky, white where their tops are kissed by the sun, shaded pale gray and lavender on their bottoms, floating separately across the horizon, not joining hands or blending together. I sat in the…

My cat is becoming a murderess executioner. She has been on a killing spree since Sunday. Chipmunks, lizards, and songbirds have been caught, tortured, and executed by Kat. She killed the fattest chipmunk this morning, I could hear her crunching the bones as she ate it. Ruined my breakfast. I took what was left of…

Today has been a happy day full of smiles and laughter. My dearest friend came over from Alexander City and we ate lunch on the porch on a little red wrought iron table dressed with presidential china, cloth napkins on our laps, feasting on chicken salad in croissants, pimento cheese sandwiches with no edges, chips…

Broke my favorite coffee cup on the front porch tile this morning. Dropped it as I was sitting down in the swing. Had the cup for years, always holding pens and pencils on my desk, but it was so pretty I decided to use it for what it was intended for, to hold my hot…

Today’s sky was a watered silk gown of vanilla and gray hues stretched across the horizon, fanning out in the fall breeze, like a young bride’s wedding veil. The beauty in the sky was the layers of soft subtle colors intermingling on the clouds as they floated slowly through the sky. Some might not see…

I’m perched in the swing this morning, eating my bagel, drinking hot coffee from my favorite bird mug, enthralled with the butterflies lightly tap dancing on the pansies, the butterflies’ ballerina costumes complemented by the oranges, yellows, and dark purples of the pansy blossoms. Fall flowers are so beautiful when the deep shades of color…

The birds are cheerfully singing their songs this morning and my dog and my cat are taking their first naps of the day in the warmth of the sun’s ray touching the red porch tiles. I love living in small town America. I love sitting on the porch swing watching the world celebrate another day’s…

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord,” Psalm 150:6. Today was a glorious day to be alive and thankful for breath — dark blue sky, bright warm sunshine, songbirds singing around the neighborhood, squirrels fussing in the old oaks and tall magnolias, orange monarch and yellow sulphur butterflies dancing on the zinnias as a…

Found the most beautiful maple leaf when I was walking Penelope this morning. The little leaf made me cry all the way home with memories of Chief. We used to bring each other the first glorious fall leaf we found each year. I know he sent the leaf to me from heaven, so pretty in…