From my archives — My oldest son loved riding his mountain bike during high school. Probably put hundreds of miles on that bike on trips with friends. Took it on to college and kept riding it in Tuscaloosa, rode it around campus at the University. Guess he got the bike riding gene from me. Chief…

Getting ready to visit the grandchildren for a few days. Excited to see oldest grandson in the marching band at the high school football game Friday night. Looking forward to the first Alabama football game of the year on Saturday and then two days of babysitting without the parentals. Might be able to sneak a…

Father Sky sketched some beautiful white clouds today. I was afraid he had lost his white pastel cause he’s sketched a cloudless sky the last few days. His turquoise colored skies have been so pretty, like jewelry for the sun. Today’s sky was azure blue with the yellow sun beaming down hotly. I sat on…

Another beautiful turquoise sky courtesy of Father Sky this morning. Mr. Waning Gibbous Moon was still halfway awake when I walked Penelope, hanging high in the heavens so handsome against the dark blue sky. I ate my bagel perched in the swing while Kat and Penelope napped. Lots of birds on the feeders. The sunflowers…

I saw the moon and the moon saw me on my morning walk with Penelope. Mr. Moon was so handsome, his gray and white luminous self hanging in that beautiful dark blue cloudless sky. I have not seen a single cloud mar that glorious blue sky. My yard has been teeming with cardinals all day,…

The day is an exquisite jewel this morning. The sky, a beautifully polished piece of Persian turquoise, hangs on the golden breast of the sun. No clouds of diamonds in the sky to compete with its beauty. The morning is pleasantly cool, the earth quiet as Saturday wakes. The birds are singing their songs of…

Thought about this quote when I woke this morning — “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love,” Marcus Aurelius. And thanks for the gift of sight to see the wondrous dark blue sky, nary a cloud in…

Today was another gloriously created day. Like the last star’s light at dawn, August is fading into sweet September. The sky was an overcast cloud collection of grays and whites, vanillas and blues, all rolled up together keeping the day pleasant. Every now and then the sun would break through the clouds with a bright…

Can’t deny fall is on the way. Today was just lovely for sitting out on the porch, a beautiful blue sky, bleached white clouds, the touch of a breeze too weak to ping the wind chime pipes but strong enough to keep the porch pleasant. I perched in the swing eating my breakfast bagel, slapping…

Sat down to put pen to paper late afternoon and I turned over my tea glass, twice! Cleaned it up, raking all the ice back in the glass, and knocked it over again cleaning up the spilled tea. Probably too late to be drinking tea anyway. We don’t need to cry over spilt milk or…