The sky is as blue as a robin’s eggs this morning, the wind whispers of cooler days, the leaves are loosening their holds on the old oaks’ branches, putting on their cardigans of earthy colors, warm in the sunshine’s rays. The squirrels gather their nuts, filling their cheeks with sunflower seeds, biting the chestnut burrows…

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers,” L.M. Montgomery. Such a beautiful sentiment and I feel that way today, perched in the swing, enjoying this glorious day the Lord has made. The sky is a deep azure, cloudless, bright and sunny, the yard full of songbirds singing their symphonies. I…

Ran to town this afternoon, still ignoring the Christmas sections in the stores, too early for me, when we’ve just begun celebrating the wondrous fall and its glorious leaf paintings. Seems Christmas becomes more commercialized each year. But when I saw the Little Debbie Christmas tree cakes…had to snag a pack for my buggy. I’m…

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…