Today was a porch pondering kind of day. I was warm in the sunshine, perched on the polka dot swing cushion, looking out on light blue skies and bright sunshine. Father Sky had rubbed his white pastel all over the sky leaving a see through white layer that got thicker as time passed. The yard…

Today has been so pretty, a pale blue sky full of fat sun kissed clouds, their bellies lightly shaded grey, pushed around by the whispering and sometimes roaring winds of March. The sun broke through mid-day and warmed up Mother Earth. I tried to ponder in the porch swing but it was just too chilly…

Drove home from Peachtree City early morning under an overcast sky rolled in layers of greys and beige clouds with an occasional gap of pale blue sky canvas peeking through. I noticed the wild periwinkle colored wisteria in the forests on the drive home, so beautifully draped over the trees, their blooms hanging like clusters…

Drove up to Peachtree City this morning to visit the grandchildren and attend my granddaughter Handley’s chorus concert. The drive up was so pretty, dark blue skies, cloudless and clear. The trees and shrubs are budding and donning their Easter suits of green and I counted countless colors of green watercolors on Mother Nature’s art…

Spring sprang forth today in all its awakening. Father Sky has pushed his white pastel stick across the blue sky and dimmed the bold azure sky to a soft baby blue. The sun is warm but it’s still cool in the shade this morning. As Charles Dickens said, “It was one of those March days…

Today was just glorious, dark blue cerulean sky, clear and cloudless, a warm sun beaming down. So beautiful watching the day wake up and come alive in birdsongs and sunshine. God and Mother Nature conspired to make a perfect day. It’s too cool for much porch pondering but I sat in the lady den and…

Today has been so beautiful in so many ways — the sky, the birds, the sweet words from friends on the internet. A long phone call from a friend with a few tears and lots of laughs. I hope I go first because I could not get through some days without her words of wisdom…

Been sitting in the swing this morning, watching the glorious morning come alive, thinking how the month of March has always been a roller coaster month of emotions for me. Our daughter, Rosalyn Louise, named after her grandmothers, died in a car accident on March 17, Saint Patrick’s Day, of 2002. Today is the 22nd…

Been watching the rain out the lady den windows all day, thinking about Noah and his family locked in the ark waiting for the rain to end and the sun to come and warm the earth and dry up the flood waters. I was curious, wondering how deep the water would be if it rained…

Today was a pleasant peek at the upcoming summer. When I walked Penelope we saw a lone buzzard in the clear blue sky, winding his way up the wind thermal stairs. I ate my breakfast perched in the porch swing enjoying the morning as it waked. I got hot in the swing when the sun…