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Hands in the dirt, head in the sun…
Pretty morning with lots of birds and squirrels, delicate rain showers. So relaxing to sit in the swing and hear the rain drop symphony mixed with bird song melodies. I put my porch ferns and peace lilies on the sidewalk to enjoy the showers. The pansies are standing tall loving the cooling rain drops. The…
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I feed the birds because I need them…
Left Peachtree City early this morning after my grandchildren went to school. Chased a beautiful blue sky, cloudless and sunny, all the way home to Alabama. When I crossed the Alabama-Georgia line, Father Sky rubbed his blueberry pastel across the horizon and left some soft strokes of color in layers of blues and purples. I…
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Only an insignificant thread…
From my archives… Another wonderful day the Lord has gifted us, the overcast sky so beautiful in its layers of whites and grays and purples and blues. The layering of the clouds looked like the peaks of a distant mountain range on the western prairies. I love watching the clouds stack up in colors and…
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Catch the favorable winds of God…
From my archives… The word for this beautiful blue sky day is windy! I’ve been watching the bamboo perform in a dance recital all afternoon, bending and swaying, knocking against each other, composing a rustling bamboo symphony like cymbal brushes on a drum set. The cardinals are latching onto the thin branches and enjoying the…
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The sun will rise, the birds will sing…
From my archives… Not much time porch pondering today but I’ve given a lot of thought to how each day offers a multitude of new beginnings. Yesterday is gone but there’s always tomorrow. We need to put the past behind us, try not to worry about the future, and live and enjoy each day. Realistically…
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A squirrel is just a squirrel…
Visiting the grandchildren… from my archives. Ate breakfast on the porch this morning looking at an overcast sky, colored like a big bowl of melted vanilla ice cream. Kept looking for some color to show up, to marble its beauty, but the ice cream color held till mid-afternoon when light gray clouds started to move…
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Sunsets are beautiful endings…
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You can’t always choose your life’s music…
Another beautiful day, dark blue sky, occasional wisps of clouds sketched by Father Sky’s white pastel stick. The sun warmed up the day quickly. My mowing crew came and the birds always flock to the yard after it’s been mowed. I saw the faithful cardinals, three downy woodpeckers, a wren, a nuthatch, several titmice and…
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God will whisper during your sunshine…
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Like going through a tunnel…
