The wind would blow the hairs off a wart hog’s back today. The wind chimes are banging and clanging, the bamboos are bending down to touch their toes, the old oaks are shedding small branches. A good size oak limb fell in the side yard, just missing my car and landing partly in the dump…

Blue sky every where I look today, perfect periwinkle sky, clear and sunny. Nothing to mar the blue sky canvas but a few crows and a few buzzards flying around warming their wing feathers in the bright sun. Kinda like a spring morning with a winter cool breeze. The wind has been strong at times…

Drove home today from Peachtree City under a beautiful clear blue sky with lots of sun kissed clouds sailing across the horizon. For several miles I drove toward a huge cloud that looked just like a songbird sitting in its nest. The cloud was huge and I could see the birds’ feathered head, its eyes,…

Father Sky sketched a beautiful azure blue sky for the grandchildren’s soccer games today. Riding the cold brisk winds over the soccer fields were 12 vultures, two hawks, and four Canadian geese. A flock of goldfinches graced us with their presence and flew across the fluffy clouded sky after chattering in the trees behind us.…

Father Sky sketched a beautiful azure blue sky for the grandchildren’s soccer games this morning. Riding the cold brisk winds over the soccer fields were 12 vultures, two hawks, and four Canadian geese. A flock of goldfinches graced us with their presence and flew across the fluffy clouded sky after chattering in the trees behind…

Today was so pretty. Azure blue sky, white fluffy clouds, kissed on their crowns by the sun’s rays. Missed the sunset but the sun was a beautifully colored ripe peach resting on the horizon in a pale cranberry twilight as the sunset began. Father Sky woke the moon in the cold clear black velvet of…

Pondering on the back porch at my oldest son’s home in Peachtree City. The drive up was so pleasant and so pretty this morning. Father Sky had sketched a blue sky canvas and filled it with luminous angel feather clouds. Occasionally the feathers would blow away and I could see the sky’s sun kissed azure.…

Did porch pondering in the porch swing today and it was so marvelous darlings. The sky was light blue, cloudless I thought, till I leaned back in the swing and realized Father Sky had lightly stroked his white pastel all over the sky canvas. The clouds were as thin as an exquisite gossamer veil on…

Another wondrous day the Lord hath made, porch pondering perfect. The sky was baby blue, not the dark azure of yesterday, and Father Sun had sketched all kinds of clouds in the sky, all shapes and sizes, all bleached white, kissed by the sun, leisurely sailing along on the blue sky canvas. The sun was…

The sky was so blue today, so pretty and so clean. Nothing to be seen in the heavens till a wake of buzzards came to ride the wind currents. Penelope watched the buzzards’ shadows as they sailed across the sidewalks, the houses and the wall across the street. She was intrigued. The buzzards are magnificent…