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Our life is a coin…
Too cool and damp for any porch pondering but on my walks with Penelope, I watched the birds on the feeders and the squirrels running around the oaks trees. My oak tree has lost its leaves of sunshine and is now covered in brown leaves. The large oak tree at the end of the root…
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Live only as you can…
Dreary day today. I enjoy a dreary day every now and then. Makes for good napping and enjoyable book reading but I did neither today. I was glued to the tv watching college football and tea partying. The clouds were spitting rain when I walked Penelope. The birds loved it, so did the squirrels. Had…
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Put wings on your dreams…
Ate my breakfast perched in the swing this morning, watching Father Sky draw beautiful clouds and hang them high on his blue sky canvas. I think he was giving art lessons, sketching all kinds of clouds, some of them round and fluffy, kissed pristine white on their crowns by the sun and brushed gray on…
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Oaks grow strong in the wind…
Father Sky and Mother Nature collaborated together today and created another glorious fall day, warm bright sunshine, cotton boll clouds floating around the azure blue sky canvas, melding together and crowding each other. Some of the clouds were softly brushed on their bellies with light gray but not colored dark enough to spill some rain…
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God’s hands are always outstretched…
Ate my breakfast perched in the swing, watching a fall morning come alive around my neighborhood. The leaves were dancing to the ground from all the water oaks and when the wind blew a little whirlwind gathered some leaf friends and spun off down the street with them. A few magnolia leaves slapped themselves loudly…
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Always searching for peace…
Such a pretty day! Father Sky found his white pastel stick and dragged it several times across his blue sky canvas. His scraggly cloud lines have all turned into feather clouds! I’ve watched them blend together to make a huge cloud that resembles an angel. The angel cloud was brief and then the clouds grabbed…
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Can’t rush life in a porch swing…
We should all be thankful for this beautiful fall day the Lord has blessed us with. Just look around at all the beauty surrounding us. I cannot remember the last time Father Sky sketched some clouds on his blue sky canvas. He’s giving Mother Nature a break from her painting. I wonder if he’s lost…
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True friends are great riches…
Today was a beautiful day in so many ways. The sky canvas was painted dark blue, cloudless all day in the bright warm sunshine. My dearest friend came over from Alexander City and spent the day. Oldest sister-in-law joined us and we went to the Christmas Open House at Awbrey’s feed and seed store. The…
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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch…
Today was another picture perfect fall day. The sky canvas was dark blue and cloudless. The sunshine warm and bright. A soft breeze occasionally softly pinged the wind chime pipes. Ate my breakfast and lunch perched on the porch swing and I never saw Father Sky sketch a cloud in the sky. Did see one…
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The light of God…
Guess the seasons have finally changed. The bird baths were frozen this morning. The hose pipe had a long icicle jutting out. Must have had just enough water left in the hose to force the icicle out. Looked like a dagger. The zinnias took a bow in the cold air last night and passed on…

