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Be sure to capture memories…
Today is a pulchritudinous summer Sunday. Love learning new words! My yard is as serene and quiet as a heavenly church service, punctuated with a few peeps from the colorful cardinals and the occasional hymns of the singing cicadas. The breeze is kissing the wind chimes, coaxing individual notes from their silver pipes with wooden…
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May every sunset hold peace…
Another summer day just as pretty as a peach. I sat outside watching the sky as the Lord drew some feather wisps of clouds with his white pastel on the dark blue sky canvas. Several clouds looked like large white peacock feathers. No snow white fluffy clouds today. The birds took pleasure in the newly…
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In solitude, listen to your heart…
Another beautiful southern summer morning. My yard is quiet except for the distant cooing of a mourning dove. The weed eater symphony is playing loudly in the yard across the street. I’ll be glad when the last note is played. Don’t know why Mother Nature has been talking so quietly lately. Maybe she, too, is…
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Life is the train, not the station…
Never seen a more beautiful day. Been trying all morning to think of the best way to describe today and not having much luck with the correct adjectives. Everything is clean and bright. The day is luminous and brilliantly clear. The sky’s dark blue, the clouds white as snow, the sun has bleached the rain…
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Pertinacity…
The Lord has blessed us today with a beautiful summer morning. The earth is quiet and still, so green and alive after the rainy days. Yellow butterflies are all over my yard, drinking from the flower blossoms, flexing their wings on the colorful petals. The sky canvas is azure blue. The clouds are vivid white,…
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A book is a gift…
Ate breakfast on the porch this morning. I have found a new delicious bagel, Blooming Berries. So delish! Penelope whined the whole time I was enjoying my breakfast but I didn’t share with her. Did give her a piece of cantaloupe. She loves that and she went back to bird watching after she wolfed it.…
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The greatest storms, the greatest beauty…
Went on a walk with Penelope this morning searching for small things that were beauties in nature’s colors. I found a fall colored oak leaf, a stem of small delicate light purple flowers, a tiny green spiked weed, and a watermelon colored blossom that had blown off a crepe myrtle. Nature’s colors fascinate me in…
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We don’t develop courage by being happy…
Sat out on the porch this morning with oldest brother. He’s still got a squirrel problem. Now that’s he’s moved his bird feeders and got the squirrels to leave the feeders alone, they’re now chewing on his porch rail. I’m sure they won’t live much longer if they keep up their chewing. He’ll “cap” them…
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The little acorn…
I sat in the swing pondering this morning and marveled at how just a few swipes of God’s white pastel drew some wisps of clouds on the dark blue sky canvas. Later I sat in the swing and watched the dark blue sky gather her cotton ball clouds, bleached white, rounded and fluffy, rolling them…
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Treasure all your letters…
Been watching the sky all day. Sat outside for a while this morning and watched the purple storm clouds gallop across the horizon. I came back inside and looked out the window while the bamboo danced and the rain fell. Been a stormy off and on day. Went outside at dusk to watch the sun…

