Ponderings from the Porch Swing

Today has been so beautiful in so many ways — the sky, the birds, the sweet words from friends on the internet. A long phone call from a friend with a few tears and lots of laughs. I hope I go first because I could not get through some days without her words of wisdom…

Been sitting in the swing this morning, watching the glorious morning come alive, thinking how the month of March has always been a roller coaster month of emotions for me. Our daughter, Rosalyn Louise, named after her grandmothers, died in a car accident on March 17, Saint Patrick’s Day, of 2002. Today is the 22nd…

Been watching the rain out the lady den windows all day, thinking about Noah and his family locked in the ark waiting for the rain to end and the sun to come and warm the earth and dry up the flood waters. I was curious, wondering how deep the water would be if it rained…

Today was a pleasant peek at the upcoming summer. When I walked Penelope we saw a lone buzzard in the clear blue sky, winding his way up the wind thermal stairs. I ate my breakfast perched in the porch swing enjoying the morning as it waked. I got hot in the swing when the sun…

Woke up this morning grateful for another glorious day on planet Earth. The birds were singing so lovely and so loudly I could hear them in the house. I took Penelope out for her walk and the sky was blue and cloudless but I could see where Father Sky was beginning to sketch his clouds…

I’m sitting in the porch swing enjoying my morning breakfast bagel and cantaloupe, watching the beautiful morning as it unfolds. A soft breeze is blowing the wind chimes pipes, pinging a soft melody, so quiet I have to sit still and listen for the music. The songbirds’ symphony is loud, everyone’s happily singing for their…

I woke up this morning to bird songs and cool breezes pinging the wind chimes. The morning was gorgeous with bright warm sunshine and dark blue skies. I walked Penelope and thought about how the sun kisses the earth awake each day as she warms its fertile soil. Saw the first of the wild purple…

Such a beautiful day today, dark azure blue sky, free of buzzards riding the wind currents. Father Sky just dropped his white pastel stick and left a few white wisps of clouds on the sky canvas. The sun was bright and warm but the wind had a chill of lingering winter. The birds were singing…

Ate my bagel and fruit sitting in the porch swing this morning watching all the handsome little songbirds flitting around the feeders. It’s a pretty morning, heavily overcast in grays and whites and blues. If I look intently at the sky canvas, I can see peeks of blue sky. Was listening to a beautiful yard…

Back this morning from my grandmother visit with the grandchildren. Beautiful drive home, dark blue sky, fluffy white clouds. Stopped for a cup of coffee at the Hardees in Franklin and looked over to see a huge dead tree full of buzzards, sitting like inky black statues among the grey rotten tree limbs. I’m beginning…