Sat out on the porch this morning surveying my overgrown yard and looking at goats for sale on the internet. Wasn’t hungry for breakfast but my yard was full of songbirds singing for their breakfasts. The bird symphony was staccatoed with the harsh music of the neighborhood hawk calling his mate. As I perched and…

Father Sky stuck to his regular pastel sky sketches this morning, summer blue sky, fluffy white clouds, bright yellow sunshine. I love watching him sketch the clouds and run the colors together. I ate breakfast perched in the swing. Tried to enjoy it as the starving, never fed dog of mine gave me the sad…

Such a pretty day that God has given us today. I ate my breakfast bagel and fruit sitting in the swing watching the sky go from a blue sky day to a thunderstorm sky day. No rain fell but the sky was glorious as she changed her colors all morning. Mother Nature dialed up the…

One of my blogging friends has a God given talent with nature photography. He has captured a magnificent sunrise, beautifully rendered by God and Mother Nature’s paint brushes, a wondrous watercolor divinely caught, it’s composition beautiful enough to grace the walls of an art museum. He has photographed this river sunrise at the perfect moment,…

Had a beautiful four day visit with the grandchildren this week. The journey home today was pleasant and I watched the cloud formations on the horizon as I drove. The clouds spit a few rain drops out, barely enough for the wipers to wash off. I always shed a few tears of happiness on the…

Another happy day with the grandchildren. I’m full of memories and have stored them away for days without sunshine. I’ve laughed myself silly and so have they. I know Thomas and Ashley will be glad to see my taillights going down the driveway tomorrow. Least I minded Ashley and left the Whoopi cushions at home!…

“Nothing you love can ever be forgotten.” Heard this quote today during a movie I watched with my granddaughter Handley and her mother. Never thought about this but what a beautiful expression of how wondrous our memories are. We all have stories to tell, but we can only tell stories about things we remember. Howard…

Had a pleasant drive up to Peachtree City this morning. The sky was glorious in its bounty of vanilla and gray clouds covering the sun’s smile, so beautiful over the wooded tree tops as the day stretched out and awakened. I had plenty of sunshine happiness with me as I drove down the rural roads…

Revised and rewritten from my archives… Today was a beautiful blue sky day. Warm sunshine and time for much porch pondering before I retreated inside to pack for a visit to the grandchildren. They’ve had so many adventures this summer. I can’t wait to hear about all Handley’s birthday travels with her mama and the…

Bluest of blue skies this morning, clouds the colors of blinding white snow and ripe grape clusters, resting in the beautiful azure bowl of the sky, like a crystal jar of colored cotton balls sitting on an antique oak mirrored dresser. Seems Father Sky can’t decide if it’s going to storm or the heavens just…