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Each player must accept the cards life deals them…
Had a beautiful drive home late morning from Peachtree City. Been with my grandchildren for five fun days. Father Sky had rendered a summer blue sky and shaded the skyline’s horizon a deep aqua blue. The sky, on the drive home, was full of the prettiest small wisps of clouds in glorious shades of purples,…
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Someone’s junk is another’s treasure…
From my archives— If you don’t enjoy a thrift store you don’t know what you are missing! Treasures await on shelves and in bins and boxes. Have to have patience and fortitude to search, which I do not have, but I follow my dearest friend or my oldest sister-in-law, and casually look over their shoulders…
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“Sometimes you just have to bow your head…”
From my archives — The world is so clean and fresh today after last night’s thunderstorm. We had lots of thunder and lightning. Penelope tried to squeeze under the guest room bed but finally gave up and hid under one of her blankets. I always know when a storm is coming ‘cause she finds a…
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“But I’ve read all the books in the children’s section…”
From my archives — Been pondering how much I love to read. I’m thinking it was the summer of my fifth grade year when I read through the children’s shelves of biographies in Roanoke’s city library. They weren’t large books and I remember the bindings in earth colors of orange and yellow and brown. Those…
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Stolen bike rides again…
From my archives — My oldest son loved riding his mountain bike during high school. Probably put hundreds of miles on that bike on trips with friends. Took it on to college and kept riding it in Tuscaloosa, rode it around campus at the University. Guess he got the bike riding gene from me. Chief…
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The butterfly counts not months but moments…
Getting ready to visit the grandchildren for a few days. Excited to see oldest grandson in the marching band at the high school football game Friday night. Looking forward to the first Alabama football game of the year on Saturday and then two days of babysitting without the parentals. Might be able to sneak a…
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“Life is God’s novel. Let him write it…”
Father Sky sketched some beautiful white clouds today. I was afraid he had lost his white pastel cause he’s sketched a cloudless sky the last few days. His turquoise colored skies have been so pretty, like jewelry for the sun. Today’s sky was azure blue with the yellow sun beaming down hotly. I sat on…
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“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take…”
Another beautiful turquoise sky courtesy of Father Sky this morning. Mr. Waning Gibbous Moon was still halfway awake when I walked Penelope, hanging high in the heavens so handsome against the dark blue sky. I ate my bagel perched in the swing while Kat and Penelope napped. Lots of birds on the feeders. The sunflowers…
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A yard full of cardinals…
I saw the moon and the moon saw me on my morning walk with Penelope. Mr. Moon was so handsome, his gray and white luminous self hanging in that beautiful dark blue cloudless sky. I have not seen a single cloud mar that glorious blue sky. My yard has been teeming with cardinals all day,…
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An act of kindness never dies…
The day is an exquisite jewel this morning. The sky, a beautifully polished piece of Persian turquoise, hangs on the golden breast of the sun. No clouds of diamonds in the sky to compete with its beauty. The morning is pleasantly cool, the earth quiet as Saturday wakes. The birds are singing their songs of…
Ponderings from the Porch: a blog of my musings, stories, and thoughts.
About Me
Hello! My name is Lane McMurray Saunders. I live in Roanoke, Alabama.
I have a degree in English from Wesleyan College, and I spent my adult working career as writer, photographer, graphic designer, and editor for newspapers and magazines.
I want to share with you where I find my church and refuge: sitting on the porch swing, enjoying a yard full of song birds. Here my thoughts and stories and wonderings pour out. Hope you enjoy reading my rambles!
Ponderings from the Porch Swing 