“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…

“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…