Ponderings from the Porch Swing

Forty-three years ago tonight, I got married to Chief standing in front of the fireplace here in our family’s ancestral home. Happy anniversary, Chief. We had almost forty years together and it wasn’t long enough for me. I love you and miss you. Found a funny little quote about bamboo from Thomas Stearns Eliot when…

“Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we are looking through the gates of heaven,” John Lubbock. I’ve always had that thought when I’m sitting in the swing and watching a magnificent sunset. Couldn’t see the sunset today because of the cloud cover but the clouds were so pretty, colored in all…

Today began cool and rainy, mid-day the spring sunshine warmed the yard and when dusk settled the cool again came sighing upon the landscape of my street. The afternoon sky was a study of white and blue and aqua and grey and purple. Father Sky pushed his colored pastel sticks all across the sky canvas,…

Today was so pretty but the March winds did blow, all day. I love to hear the wind pushing through the large magnolias on our street, the rustling of the leaves and branches bending with the stiff breeze, dropping old brown leaves that chase each other down the street, slapping themselves on the concrete, playing…

Today was a porch pondering kind of day. I was warm in the sunshine, perched on the polka dot swing cushion, looking out on light blue skies and bright sunshine. Father Sky had rubbed his white pastel all over the sky leaving a see through white layer that got thicker as time passed. The yard…

Today has been so pretty, a pale blue sky full of fat sun kissed clouds, their bellies lightly shaded grey, pushed around by the whispering and sometimes roaring winds of March. The sun broke through mid-day and warmed up Mother Earth. I tried to ponder in the porch swing but it was just too chilly…

Drove home from Peachtree City early morning under an overcast sky rolled in layers of greys and beige clouds with an occasional gap of pale blue sky canvas peeking through. I noticed the wild periwinkle colored wisteria in the forests on the drive home, so beautifully draped over the trees, their blooms hanging like clusters…

Drove up to Peachtree City this morning to visit the grandchildren and attend my granddaughter Handley’s chorus concert. The drive up was so pretty, dark blue skies, cloudless and clear. The trees and shrubs are budding and donning their Easter suits of green and I counted countless colors of green watercolors on Mother Nature’s art…

Spring sprang forth today in all its awakening. Father Sky has pushed his white pastel stick across the blue sky and dimmed the bold azure sky to a soft baby blue. The sun is warm but it’s still cool in the shade this morning. As Charles Dickens said, “It was one of those March days…

Today was just glorious, dark blue cerulean sky, clear and cloudless, a warm sun beaming down. So beautiful watching the day wake up and come alive in birdsongs and sunshine. God and Mother Nature conspired to make a perfect day. It’s too cool for much porch pondering but I sat in the lady den and…