Monthly Archives: August 2013


The heavens tell of the glory of God. The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship.

clouds of day

Day after day they continue to speak;

clouds by day

night after night they make him known.

blue light evening

They speak without a sound or a word; their voice is silent in the skies;

Blue light, pink sky

yet their message has gone out to all the earth, and their words to all the earth.

sunset blaze

Psalm 19: 1-4 NLT

chasing sunset beauty

Clouds, exquisite displays in the heavens; writing beauty in the sky.

Childhood Days

Memories of childhood days long forgotten can be stirred to the surface sometimes by a simple thing. This one came from a brief exchange remembering the early days when Mom went back to work. A kind lady several houses down the street from ours watched our younger sister after kindergarten till we got home from our schools. I remembered that she sometimes had a simple treat to offer me – sugared butter bread!

As I thought about her house with its broad front porch complete with swing and its bright, cheery kitchen, a snatch of song came. As I waited on it, the song seemed to come from the old record player in her living room and I stepped back in time listening.

     Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill

     To wake up in the morning to the mockin’ bird’s trill

     Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee There’s peace and goodwill 

     You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’bird Hill

“Mockingbird Hill”. I loved that song and the cheerfulness of it all, imagining storybook cottages as I twirled about. Today, as I queued it up to play, I realized that I live that girlish dream!

It’s all different and yet the same and my heart is filled with gladness.

I wish you peace and goodwill from our hill in the country where Mockingbirds sing and nest outside our window.