I wished them into the cornfield

This thread sort of has an added meaning today, on 9/11.

Wishing we could wish them back again.....

Rain, the big drop kind that really strikes your window.

Water flowing over rocks, Red River, NM was my idea of heaven.

Mourning Doves, remind me of spending nights sharing the bed with my Mammaw as a kid. She had no A/C and the birds would wake me in the morning.

The crackle of walking in fallen leaves. We have so many evergreen trees here that the fallen leaves are not as common.

ah heck i still miss my grandpa and my father.

Yes, I miss my loved ones too, especially on a day like today.



(But I am happy to see "Mimitabby" back again) :o

Mourning doves woke me in the morning also, when I was a child at Grandma's farm. The creak of the pump as my uncle pumped water for the drinking water bucket. The clang of the milk pails when they came back from the barn with buckets of milk and set them on the porch for separating. The bang of the wooden screen door.

My mother's friend said, "Those days are gone forever, but oh, the happy memories!"

Now: Frogs at night in the creek at the bottom of the hill.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl

Yes, I miss my loved ones too, especially on a day like today.

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I miss my Pawpaw every single day but days like yesterday and Veteran's Day (Korean War vet) and any holiday where Patiotism spikes are harder. He was fiercely patriotic, after September 11, 2001 he put a flag pole in front of his house. He had trouble taking in the events but he knew he still loved our country.

I also tear up at those "I VOTED" stickers. He loved his right to vote and did it every election, if we were electing city council or Sheriff, he went to vote. When we were packing up his house after my Nanny went to live in Assisted living we found tons of the stickers, stuck on his personal jewelry box and his filing cabinet in the garage. :)

It has been five years and I am kind of glad he still haunts me. I really wondered if he would fade some in my mind but it hasn't.

I like hearing about how cherished memories and sounds can comfort and soothe us.
I took this picture this morning of our tall grasses outside the bedroom window. This morning it was breezy and we woke to the sound of the stalks rustling....
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/...43099ee6df.jpg