Lifting the Lid on My Heart The cats are playing this morning, chasing each other through the flower garden and around the potted plants....

A Gift For Me Today My husband joined my porch prayer this morning; not in a formal way, but in the “sit companionably together” way. It...

Vivid Blue I love the way the fuchsia flowers of the crepe myrtles demand attention in the foreground of the bright blue sky. I have this...

Light Behind The Clouds It is quite humid this morning, something to be expected in summer, but it hasn’t been the norm this year. The...

It’s Easier to Float The moon is out tonight, and the sky reveals a star. I turned my chair to see the red glow of the sunset. The air is...

Ode to Wood, Ode to You The sunlight reveals your texture and curves; designs like fractals, repeating; a play of symmetry and novelty...

Waiting For Debris When I opened my journal this morning, I saw that I had inadvertently smushed a love bug when last I closed it. Poor...

Lulls and Crescendos The Wood Brothers and the cicadas are singing together this evening. Sometimes the cicadas swell and are louder. The...

Shadow Trees The breeze is subtle this morning, and the lilac flowers are tall, iridescent columns. They glow when the sun touches them a...

The Dazzling Ordinary The fragrance, the silkiness, the water droplets glistening; the roses are offering themselves to the morning, not...

The Evidence of Benevolent Caring The light is shining peach on the porch post this morning as I anoint myself for service and...

Waiting for the Dawn The morning light on the porch rails makes a pattern, as if they are painted part white and part gray. The 8 AM...

Green Upon Green This morning the wisteria is waving, and the chimes are singing out confidently. I offered a prayer to the four...