Fall has arrived at my home — had to put on a sweater to sit in the swing this morning, made a big pot of homemade soup and a pone of cornbread for lunch, saw a limb of yellow leaves on my old oak tree. According to my Echo Dot my room is a comfy…

From my archives… The singing birds outside my bathroom window were my happiness alarm today. They woke me with their bamboo branch symphony. I am hooked on the word symphony. Never thought about all the sounds in my yard being a symphony but now that’s all I hear. I can’t help relating the sounds to…

One of my blogging friends took a wonderful photo of a dirt road in Minnesota bordered on each side by trees dressed in bright sunshine-yellow leaves. He accompanied the photo with this haiku — “Generous trees are dropping their golden coins to enrich the soil.” Such simple words captured in a wondrous photo. I love…

I sat in the swing this morning marveling at all the beauty in my neighborhood — the zinnias and cosmoses dancing in the soft cool breezes, the subtle greens and reds of the last tomatoes on the fall vines, the colorful plumage of the songbirds, the bright yellows and vivid oranges of the cloudless sulfurs…

My friend and I were talking this afternoon about the power of prayer. She’s overcome a breast cancer diagnosis and expressed her appreciation for all the kind people who remembered her in their prayers. “People prayed for me and I didn’t even know their names,” she remarked. I told her I always prayed for parents…

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it,” Psalm 118:24. The wondrously deep blue sky has nary a cloud to mar its beauty this morning. Kat is sitting under the bird feeder poles, the birds are sitting on the power lines waiting for Kat to leave,…

Kat is sitting in the middle of all the bird feeder poles this morning, looking for a tasty treat. The birds are lined up on the power line by the old oak tree waiting for her to leave. I counted 15 cardinals, three finches, and three female grosbeaks. The male grosbeak is brave and just…

I’m back in my routine this morning, eating my bagel and fruit, perched happily in my porch swing watching the birds fluttering around the bird feeders. A breeze is playing a wind chime symphony that sounds like welcome home, welcome home. The sky is azure blue, full of fluffy white clouds kissed on their crowns…

My friends and I left New Smyrna Beach this morning and headed home, tired and worn out, full of delicious shrimp and multitudes of snacks, our hearts full of happy joyous memories. The ocean was so beautiful when we left, white capped waves pounding the beach with the rhythm of nature’s heartbeat, clouds in blues…

Going home in the morning to Alabama, racing back ahead of Hurricane Milton, saying prayers for the Florida peninsula as we leave. Mother Nature can be forceful with her storms so please remember Florida in your prayers! We enjoyed the beach this afternoon. God smiled and stopped the rain after lunch and we sat on…