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Beauty in a skipper dance recital…
I have been watching the butterflies in my yard this morning. It’s a bright sunshiny day, hot and blue skyed. I would call it a great day to be a butterfly. When I was walking Penelope I saw a new butterfly ballerina dancing on a hot pink stage. Penelope was so busy smelling the squirrel…
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“How many slams in an old screen door?”
I think God left his hosepipe on today and forgot to tell Mother Nature to turn it off. The morning is visibly overcast like a melted bowl of vanilla ice cream. I’ve enjoyed gazing skyward and discovering all the different colors swirled in the bowl of ice cream sky. I can see violet, silver, lavender,…
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I don’t see a swing on heaven’s porch…
Sat outside in the swing while the rain poured down this morning. The sky was colored dolphin gray and the raindrops fell straight down, no wind to send me back in the house. The swings stayed dry. The porch was so pleasant as the rain lowered the temperature and quieted the landscape. I put my…
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Life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…
Walked Penelope this morning right before the rain began. A heavy shower, big leaf bending drops, fell from a cigar smoke overcast sky, slapping the sidewalk and the tin roof next door. The sun is doing her best trying to push her bright yellow face through the clouds. She’s almost visible, her golden rays getting…
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A squirrel is just a rat in a cuter outfit…
If I were a child this afternoon, I would gather my bicycling neighborhood friends and sell them tickets to my squirrel circus. I filled up all the feeders that were empty and topped off those that were down a few inches. Three little squirrels sat on the side of the old oak, about three feet…
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God’s in his heaven…
“God’s in his heaven. All’s right with the world.” Robert Browning. Always loved that phrase and think about it often when I’m on my porch. Ate breakfast on the porch this morning sitting in the swing, drinking my coffee, surveying my little world, watching my songbirds and butterflies enjoy the sunshine of the waking day.…
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I listen as the twilight whispers words of love to the earth…
Today has been a beautiful day in so many ways. I love mornings like this, no plans, no agenda. Ate a bowl of watermelon for breakfast sitting on the porch enjoying all the birds and watching the wispy clouds float by on the blue horizon. The breeze was playing a beautiful whisper in the wind,…
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Beauty is God’s handwriting…
Another pretty day with Father Sky’s perfectly rendered blue, sunshiny summer sky canvas. I shut the windows in my bedroom this afternoon and turned the window air conditioner back on. Guess summer is back to stay and she’s showing out today. “Summertime and the livin’ is easy,” Porgy and Bess. My yard has four squirrels…
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“The sun is God’s candle…”
Summer sashayed back in town today, running Mr. Fake Fall away. I was glad to wake up welcomed back to summer, to see the blue sky, the yellow sunshine, the white clouds. I love the imagery in this quote, “The sun is God’s candle,” Matshona Dhliwayo. I can see God carefully carrying an exquisitely designed…
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Everything has beauty…
Today was a beautiful summer day, pleasantly cool and cloudy, with a vanilla overcast sky painted with wisps of cigar smoke colored clouds, sometimes gathering in purple shades, light and dark, their bellies filled with rain that never fell from the sky on my yard. The twinkling silver dew on the grass looked like Mother…

