Friday, April 15, 2016

Memories

Standing, stooping, wielding a hoe in the afternoon sun, you think. You could sing. The slow patter of rain in the evening sings a love song, no rebellion of rivulets tumbling across the tilled Earth.






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  1. Always wonderful to have memories, life would be a bit dull without them.

    Betty

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  2. Memories sure help make life grand across the land

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    1. I guess that is why so many people are writing their memoirs. No one else may want to listen but it is nice to express them. lol

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  3. Beautiful memories. The sorghum (it is sorghum?)reminds me of years spent out where farmers grew the plant. But it's been so many years now and all I have are my memories. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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    1. It is sorghum. I always think of my grandmother when there is a soft rain. She always appreciated how it soaked the plants.

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  4. Lovely, Anne. The pictures are nice too;-)

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  5. Yeah, it's just like that. Annie from ~McGuffy's Reader~

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