Debbie, I hope some day we can go for a walk together and listen to the bird songs here in rural NYS.
On early mornings when I stop by my favorite grocery store, there are little lollipop-shaped trees that are just packed full of little birds carrying on for all they're worth -- noisy little critters! -- they make me laugh every morning.
Now, when I hear them, I'll think of you, and wish you could share the laugh.
Deb, I never stopped loving birdsong, either. Heh, heh! But then there are plenty of people who'll tell you I never grew up, either!
You would have loved to walk through Miantonomi Park with me on Friday. Flicker, Towhees, Titmice, Chickadees, Pine Warblers, Robins, Cardinals... there was quite a session going on.
Verie, it is often that I am so touched by your comments that I have to carry them with me for awhile, holding them closely just for myself, before I can respond. Thank you.
Lovely. Yet, sometimes those songs really do bring back a childhood moment. I remember listening to a tape of birdsongs and hearing the shimmering song of a thrush and finding myself projected back under the maple tree in my yard where I often played.
I love listening to the birds too. It's so nice after a long winter. There is a big evergreen across the street that is just full of birds. My grandson frequently remarks on all the birds singing too, whenever we go out in the yard.
Such a lovely reflection on an aural memory. I love hearing the early-morning birds and knowing that I love where birds live, find food, and can be happy. We're lucky, Deb, aren't we?
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I love this brief tribute to innocence.
On early mornings when I stop by my favorite grocery store, there are little lollipop-shaped trees that are just packed full of little birds carrying on for all they're worth -- noisy little critters! -- they make me laugh every morning.
Now, when I hear them, I'll think of you, and wish you could share the laugh.
You would have loved to walk through Miantonomi Park with me on Friday. Flicker, Towhees, Titmice, Chickadees, Pine Warblers, Robins, Cardinals... there was quite a session going on.
Hugs and blessings - S.
We always have within us your poem. It is nice to see it worded here.