My Natural Habitat A woodpecker is tapping out his hunger on a tree this morning. The neon greenness of a lizard blurs across a corner of...

A Missed Opportunity There is a hint of Autumn in the air this morning, brush of coolness on my face. The chimes are whispering softly as...

One-Track Oblivion There is a gentle breeze this morning blowing a melody in the chimes. The wisteria is waving a sunny greeting. Two...

Poems From The Porch There is a majestic wasp poised on the wall next to my rocker. I wonder why he is sitting there alone. Maybe he is...

~a love note from your Inner Wisdom Dear One, I am writing to remind you of things you already know. It is important to smile to each day...

Playing Again The call of one of the birds reminds me of the sound the swing made on the playground when I was flying forward and...

September 2, 1934 Hummingbirds are territorial. Instead of drinking peacefully together, they chase each other away from the feeder....

Belly-Up A dove, a sparrow, and a hummingbird are sitting in the crepe myrtle, and I feel like Goldilocks looking at the size...

Rural Symphony Peep, peep. Here you are, little hummingbird. Crunch, crunch—the cat snacking at the pan behind me. Tweet, whistle—other...

Lemon Meringue Sweetness Glasses don’t stay on when you do cartwheels. I didn’t know this because I never had to wear them before. Now I...

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...