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“Sometimes life throws us a curveball…”
A beautiful summer day in my neighborhood today. A gentle cool breeze is pinging the wind chimes, waking the earth from its slumber. The sky is the color of the wild blue yonder, full of fluffy clouds lazily floating along. The warmth from the bright sunshine is making the zinnias a scattered rainbow of colors…
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I have fallen in love with the day’s tranquil twilight…
I’ve fallen in love again, with the day’s tranquil twilight. Never seen it more beautiful than tonight. As I perched in the swing, I watched the sun slip below the horizon, listening as the twilight whispered words of love to the earth, bringing the stars and the moon out from their hiding places. Twilight is…
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When we walk a Christian path we bless God…
Pondered on the porch till mid afternoon today, the porch cooled by a summer breeze, the sun shaded by large bleached white and gray cigar smoke clouds floating in the azure blue sky. The red bellied woodpecker finally noticed the new suet in his feeders and enjoyed a breakfast feast. I was so happy to…
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The sun is a daily reminder that we can rise from darkness…
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We all share the stars when we look up…
Another beautiful day the Lord hath made. Glorious blue sky with white cauliflower shaped clouds and clear yellow sunshine, a sultry summer day, sweltering like Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire. I filled up the bird feeders, washed the bird baths, and watered the garden and I was done. Just too hot and humid to…
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The heavens declare the glory of God…
My friend described this morning’s awakening day perfectly, “sailor blue sky and goose down clouds…movin’ slow like a small town Christmas parade.” I watched the snow white sun kissed clouds meandering across the sky and enjoyed all the songbird symphonies and wind chime sings. My yard was full of birds and butterflies. I think the…
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Hold them in the palm of your hand…
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I felt the pain of a thousand Comanche arrows…
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The magic of ordinary days is the blessing of life…
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Find the sunsets, even on the darkest days…
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…
