This is the day which the Lord has made, a perfectly beautiful Wednesday. The Lord and Father Sky have created a picture perfect definition of a day of Fall — dark blue sky filled with luminous fluffy white clouds, a cool breeze pinging the wind chimes, rustling the leaves and fluffing the bird’s feathers. I’m…

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord,” Psalm 150:6. Today was a glorious day to be alive and thankful for breath. I’m watching a sky overcast with vanilla clouds swirled with grays and blues. The songbirds are singing around the neighborhood, the squirrels are fussing in the old oaks and tall magnolias, the orange…

Another beautiful summer day with a few hints of fall in the breezes that played a pleasant symphony on the porch’s wind chimes most of the day. “The finest symphony of all time belongs to the earth itself, in the gentle chorus of birdsong,” Unknown. I think that’s a beautiful expression of nature. My yard…

The sky was sketched cobalt blue this morning, almost purple. Father Sky didn’t draw any clouds till mid morning. A breeze pinged the wind chimes composing a yard symphony with the songbirds singing solos. The doves were walking around bobbin their heads and I immediately heard the “Bar bar bar bar Barbara Ann” of the…

When I walked out on the porch this morning, I was gifted with a beautiful deep blue sky bathed in bright clear sunshine. The sky is so pretty, a prize from God after last night’s thunder and lightning. I sat on the porch in one of my porch swings thinking the Lord has outdone himself.…

The sunset was so beautiful tonight in its simplisticness. The dusk was soft and warm and the sun slowly set, rolling down the horizon in silver beauty beaming white rays of sunlight to kiss the the tops of the trees, to warm the cardinals’ wings and the fluffy tails of the squirrels. As the sun…

The sky looks melancholy and sad today, marbled with grays and white, a few dashes of blue. The clouds are gathering, their bellies gray, contemplating dropping rain, but the breezes are pushing them north. No matter how blue our skies are we know dark clouds will eventually come. We’ll weather these storms and look for…

The falling leaves are waving goodbye to Summer but Summer has turned her back on Fall. Maybe Summer is waiting for a formal bon voyage party with the leaves dressed in their gowns of glorious Autumn colors. She’s being stubborn this September. It’s hot on my porch even with the box fan. The magnolias have…

Summertime on the porch this morning. Mother Nature just isn’t ready to say uncle and declare fall the winner. She needs to tell Father Sky to sketch some clouds with purple bellies full of rain showers. My grass is looking brown and parched. One of my tomato plants is bursting with green tomatoes, produced all…

I’ve been doing chores all day, missed my porch perching this morning. Went out after supper, coffee cup in hand, perched in the swing and watched the day get ready for bed. The sunset was muted and soft colored in sea glass colored pastel pinks and aquas. The twilight was beautiful and mystical, full of…