Ponderings from the Porch Swing

Another beautiful day, dark blue sky, occasional wisps of clouds sketched by Father Sky’s white pastel stick. The sun warmed up the day quickly. My mowing crew came and the birds always flock to the yard after it’s been mowed. I saw the faithful cardinals, three downy woodpeckers, a wren, a nuthatch, several titmice and…

Perched in the swing most of the day and looked at that beautiful azure sky trying not to cry as I watched the flock of glorious cardinals enjoying the warm sun on their crimson and fawn brown plumage. My yard was just full of song birds today, gifts sent from heaven to lift my spirits.…

Today has been such a pretty day, bright blue cloudless sky, warm sunshine to take the chill off. I didn’t ponder on the porch this morning, it was just too cool. Guess I’m getting old but I sat in the lady den glued to a four hour movie about Wyatt Earp. Nothing I love better…

Penelope and I have enjoyed being on the porch all day. I ate my breakfast bagel perched in the swing and watched the birds and squirrels beginning their day. The lone male red-breasted grosbeak visited the feeder on the scuppernong trellis close to the swing and I could see what a handsome creature he really…

Today just looks like a page from a children’s picture book illustrating spring — bright blue sky, fluffy white clouds, clear yellow sunshine warming the earth. For those of us on the street who haven’t mowed our yards yet, the clover and dandelion blooms and the beautiful miniature wild flowers are having tea parties with…

Another glorious Thursday, overcast and warm, beautiful bright white clouds, blue sky peeking through when the clouds part. The birds singing all over the yard are being scolded by Fatty and Brownie, my oak tree squirrels. I have a lone catbird in the yard, so handsome in his deep grayish jacket, long black beak, and…

I’m up earlier than usual and walking Penelope down the root broken sidewalk next door. “I’m walking on sunshine and don’t it feel good,” Zooey Deschanel. That quote is perfect for the happiness I feel today. I’m walking down the sidewalk I rode my bikes on during childhood, from bikes to unicycles to skates to…

The spring sun is shining down brightly this morning, kissing the yellow and purple faces of the pansies and the deep pink rose buds on my little rose bush. The sky is thinly overcast with gray cigar smoke clouds from Father Sky’s library pipe. The clouds are a study in gray, an early morning grisaille…

Another glorious day of blue skies and sunshine. Lot of clouds but the sun was right up there beaming through the clean white clouds. Lots of birds flitting around and lots of wonderful songs composing a bird symphony. Fatty the squirrel climbed the oak tree and fussed at the birds adding another solo to the…

Today has been a preview of a summer’s Sunday. It’s been hot on my porch! Father Sky has sketched clouds all afternoon, digging around in his old dusty pastel box for grays and whites and purple sticks of chalk to shade his creations. Right now I’m seeing layers of light gray cigar smoke clouds, some…