“If you can dance like raindrops there will always be sunshine,” Curtis Tyrone Jones. Love this quote and it described my morning. Drove home from Peachtree City this morning in the rain but my little car Theodosia was full of of warm sunshine and happy memories from visiting my grandchildren. Weren’t any clouds on my…

“My favorite journey is looking out the window,” Edward Goree. I love sitting in a reading chair and watching out the windows. I pick on my grandchildren when I catch them not looking out the window of the car when I’m on a trip with them. I’ll spot something interesting and they’ll wish they had…

From my archives of December, 2023… Sat in the swing briefly this morning to enjoy the flock of goldfinches who have checked into my bird hotel. Could not ponder long, the wind was bitter, biting the wind chime pipes and my hands and cheeks. The gold finches are so pretty, little piggy round and fat,…

Sat in the swing all afternoon waiting for the sun to slide down the sky, waiting to see Mother Nature’s glorious watercolors on the horizon. The sun’s sterling silver rays were like a flashlight beam on my face as I sat perched in the swing. I could feel its life giving heat, hot on my…

It was frosty and cold this morning when I walked Penelope. The grass under the trees was white with frost. The day had waked beautifully, cold and clear, deep blue sky canvas, warm golden sunshine. I wore my feeted pajamas over my clothes and a down vest. My old yard shoes have a hole in…

Today was wind chime windy. Mine were pinging out loud brash notes, banging their pipes together in a symphony of clangs. The wind sounds like winter, wrestling the leaves around the branches, ruffling the cardinals’ crests. The sky is dark blue, so pretty, not a cloud in any direction I look. My friends’ organ wind…

Filled up all the bird feeders this morning. It was cold, my hands froze. The water in the bird baths was frozen. The cardinals and titmice sat on the power line, feathers fluffed up, patiently waiting for me to finish. I know they were hungry. I put out fresh suet in the feeders for the…

Saw a luminous conversation between Mr. Crescent Moon and Mr. North Star at the day’s gloaming. The sky was just a picture of deep aquamarine, hints of velvet purple, and the star and the moon were lined up diagonally, talking about the cold night coming, wondering where the stars were. Guess Father Sky was having…

Nippy today but the sky was glorious, gemstone blue, cloudless and clear. I counted four buzzards, pinned like black stars on the blue sky canvas, circling up the sky stairwell. The sun was warm enough for me to do some porch pondering but once the sun left to get ready for sunset, the porch became…

The sky is beautifully blue today filled with mackerel scale clouds bleached Clorox white on their crowns by the sun’s rays. The clouds are moving quickly across the sky taking the dark blueness of the sky with them, leaving the sky cloudless and a lighter blue. The yard is full of birds happily performing symphonies…