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I pray to the birds…
Today was such a pretty day. Look up the definition of a fall day and you’ll see a photo of today. The blue sky of fall is so glorious when filled with pure white puffy clouds. Always makes me think of the skies in the picture books I read my children. I ate my breakfast,…
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Our time on earth is limited…
Today was a perfect porch pondering day. The clear blue sky was dotted with clean white cotton boll clouds slowly moving across the horizon. The breeze was light enough for the wind chimes’ paddles to ping one note at a time and the yard symphony played out quiet and relaxing. The birds were singing, eating…
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Sometimes we stumble and fall…
Such a pretty day, bright blue sky, blinding bright sunshine. Cool, brisk fall breezes pinging the wind chime pipes, their tintinnabulations composing a fall symphony. I’m sitting in the sunshine out in the yard ensconced in my purple chair. It’s too cool to ponder in the shade in the porch swing. I can hear the…
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Leaves grow old beautifully…
Guess I’m feeling my age but it was too cool to sit in the swing and ponder today. I went to the lady den and watched my world through the room’s nine windows. The birds, enjoying their sunflower seeds, frolicked back and forth from the bannisters to the feeders. Saw three different butterflies tap dancing…
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After every storm the sun will shine…
Sat on the porch swing today watching all the beautiful crimson cardinals on the feeders. I always feel Chief’s presence with the cardinals. The females, dressed in their fawn brown beauty, were flitting around the feeders, too. The wind chimes were singing along with the birds’ symphony in the cool breeze. I watched the rain…
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Be noble like the sun…
Been sitting on the porch and pondering on this Saturday morning. The song birds have been flitting around the feeders and singing happily. The wind chimes have played melodious loud symphonies when the wind rattled their pipes. I’ve been sitting in the swing and gazing up at the melancholy sky, a myriad of grays and…
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The act of writing is an act of love…
Sat outside on the porch this afternoon. The sky looks melancholy and sad today, marbled with grays and white and a few dashes of blue. I wonder if the sky is mourning for the sunny hot days of summer. Fall is upon us and the leaves are starting to put on their cool weather colors,…
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When I get to heaven’s gate…
It’s too damp and too many rain sprinkles for pondering from the porch swing today. I usually sit in the swing each morning, lot of days eating my breakfast, while Penelope snorts around a minute on the porch, but my cushions were too wet to sit today. I took Penelope out for her walk and…
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A rainy day reflection…
Sat on the porch late afternoon in a cool rain enjoying the soft lullaby of the raindrops hitting the trees in the yard. The bamboos are wet leaning over as in a prayers of thanksgiving for the rain. Needed a sweater but I was so content, I didn’t want to get up out of the…
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A good pair of pliers…
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