It is almost Spring again. At the wood's edge the redbird sings his happiest note: sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet. And you who have left this world forever have been gone one more day. —Wendell Berry
Today is the third anniversary of my mother's death... Cardinals were her favorite bird... The Robin with its red breast is the first bird of Spring... Magically somehow she left me a Robin's feather in our garage where no bird had been. I took it as a sign that something of us must certainly go on...
Today is the third anniversary of my mother's death... Cardinals were her favorite bird... The Robin with its red breast is the first bird of Spring... Magically somehow she left me a Robin's feather in our garage where no bird had been. I took it as a sign that something of us must certainly go on...
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