tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post3659635165592169955..comments2024-03-10T10:05:51.113-07:00Comments on misswhistle: Giving SeaMiss Whistlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103831095827005334noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-16165938134480245302023-10-16T12:50:11.262-07:002023-10-16T12:50:11.262-07:00Thanks for a grreat readThanks for a grreat readKosmic Kitty Simshttps://kosmickittysims.tumblr.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-70651278901899400662017-07-08T16:42:25.967-07:002017-07-08T16:42:25.967-07:00Thank goodness you're back on the page Bumble!...Thank goodness you're back on the page Bumble! The world keeps turning...tedsmumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08704900810375410770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-14199624012010754142017-07-07T23:50:02.877-07:002017-07-07T23:50:02.877-07:00Taking me home. oh yes
Taking me home. oh yes<br />travels with an Unlikely Aunthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05037431845552843493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-83319309651543958862017-07-07T10:33:16.845-07:002017-07-07T10:33:16.845-07:00Such gorgeous descriptive text. "lazy with th...Such gorgeous descriptive text. "lazy with the abundance of grass, oak trees, long straws of rye, butterflies, borage, meadowsweet, feverfew, yarrow." I was enchanted by the crossbred Paprika yarrow—yellow center, orange-red leaves—in a friend's garden on the 4th. My niece and I were talking about the remembering you refer to. We were remembering our beloved brother-in-law/uncle who died unexpectedly in 2007. The 4th was his holiday. We have years of good memories of time spent together. My niece was sad. I was telling her what I was told after he died: Would he want you to be happy or sad when you think of him? Happy, of course. He would tell me a painfully good/bad joke to make me laugh. My mother has been on my mind lately. Your description of your mother reminded me of my own; memories of her strength even late in her life. We choose what we remember, we choose our stories and they create the life we live within. Enjoy the water and the sky and the grass, the picnic, your loan-dog, your man. Thinking of your mother and of you.Katherine C. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08834591103511225376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-74653983250581371902017-07-06T08:36:04.442-07:002017-07-06T08:36:04.442-07:00Ah Bumble you bring tears to my eyes. The last lin...Ah Bumble you bring tears to my eyes. The last lines.LPChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18209861350905135093noreply@blogger.com