a shoot
a bird
a flower
a celebration, each
something tells me...
Susan Byrum Rountree
mother, writer,yeast roll maker, dog nose scratcher, bird watcher, North Carolinian, friend
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let me start off by saying i am not an overtly religious person. being a cradle Episcopalian, i am not at all comfortable talking about God ... -
The little town where I grew up has seen its share of tragedy. Those who grew up there know that death always comes in threes, and in the pa... -
On the eve of my 18th birthday, my parents and i turned the corner of New Bern Ave. and Wilmington Street. we sped past the n.c. legislature... -
we sat in upholstered chairs this morning in a small Episcopal church in mid-coast Maine. no kneelers , just clear glass windows looking ... -
On a spring day in 1981, I sat at my future husband's family kitchen table wondering just when he would tell his parents that we were ge...
I noticed the same thing today... things are greening up, the birds are starting to sing....yay!
ReplyDeleteOn my morning walk, I smelled flowers..Spring is on its way!
ReplyDeleteMy mother took Mimi to her farm today for a last visit as it has sold to the vineyard next door. She went directly to her bedroom, sat in a chair and looked out the window. She was looking for birds. I forgot the place was named Blue Bird Farm. And lets not forget how she got the state trooper to put birdseed out in last year's blizzard, after remarking on how good-looking he was. I should have known.
ReplyDeleteThant flower looks familiar!!
ReplyDeleteHope you are enjoying it's blooms!
:)Martha