tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post908788505181475473..comments2024-03-28T16:28:46.120-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Birds At The Feeder In The RainMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-27669145809767060482014-03-01T17:11:19.340-05:002014-03-01T17:11:19.340-05:00Syd- Owen is a hero! Syd- Owen is a hero! Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81203606620488302762014-03-01T16:00:12.452-05:002014-03-01T16:00:12.452-05:00Man, drama with Gibson who is going through some a...Man, drama with Gibson who is going through some adventuresome times. Glad that Owen held on to him and didn't let him fall. <br /><br />That redbud is glorious.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-19120297842209036722014-02-27T12:20:08.603-05:002014-02-27T12:20:08.603-05:00Birdie- Oh my god. What a saint for a mother! I...Birdie- Oh my god. What a saint for a mother! I'm so glad she's your aunt. <br /><br />Denise- Life. And all of its mystery, danger and joy.<br /><br />Angella- He is the best big brother!<br /><br />Steve Reed- Think about the near-death experiences we've all had ourselves. Well, speaking for myself. <br />Isn't that redbud a glory?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39096472549978759962014-02-27T01:19:01.516-05:002014-02-27T01:19:01.516-05:00It is remarkable that any of us grow up, really! L...It is remarkable that any of us grow up, really! LOL!<br /><br />I love that redbud. Wow.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-43397014735698025922014-02-27T00:44:54.877-05:002014-02-27T00:44:54.877-05:00I love the way Owen mimics the speech patterns he ...I love the way Owen mimics the speech patterns he hears around him. He is such a good big brother. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68699000909049489602014-02-26T22:55:33.975-05:002014-02-26T22:55:33.975-05:00Birds, boys, and bunk beds. Oh, boy!Birds, boys, and bunk beds. Oh, boy!Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-76317295671392613512014-02-26T20:20:08.201-05:002014-02-26T20:20:08.201-05:00When I was growing up I has two cousins that had b...When I was growing up I has two cousins that had bunk beds. They used to fight on the top bunk. Back then there were no guardrails. My other cousins and I would cheer them on until one of them fell off and started crying. This went on over and over and over again. It was part of the entertainment when we visited, which was pretty much everyday because we all lived within a few blocks of one another. I have no idea not only how they survived to adulthood but how their mother survived. She would give them a hug and a kiss and let them go at it again. She is the aunt I wrote about in my blog a couple weeks back that runs everywhere, even in the house. <br /><br />Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46023909644537537602014-02-26T18:54:16.697-05:002014-02-26T18:54:16.697-05:00Mr. Downtown- I know!
Young At Heart- I am so ve...Mr. Downtown- I know! <br /><br />Young At Heart- I am so very, very aware of that fact. Every second of my life. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-5790172186772287502014-02-26T16:12:37.407-05:002014-02-26T16:12:37.407-05:00not everyone is so luckyxnot everyone is so luckyxYoung at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07585882466695145340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-19936448899825867722014-02-26T15:08:07.160-05:002014-02-26T15:08:07.160-05:00"Mom! Some help here?" It made me laugh...."Mom! Some help here?" It made me laugh.That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16438403693904494542014-02-26T12:51:17.550-05:002014-02-26T12:51:17.550-05:00Elizabeth- And yet, it must be done.
heartinhand-...Elizabeth- And yet, it must be done.<br /><br />heartinhand- And I am grateful for you. <br /><br />Aunt Beulah- You jog in that weather? Talk about plucky. But yes, birds can be so very hopeful can't they?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-70325001612074594542014-02-26T11:39:35.634-05:002014-02-26T11:39:35.634-05:00In Northwest Colorado we're still waiting for ...In Northwest Colorado we're still waiting for the mounds of dirty snow to recede, and the warming sun is doing its best to help. But this below-freezing morning, as I left for my early morning jog, I heard a chorus of birds gossiping happily in bare trees. The sound of those plucky sparrows lifted my heart and reassured me that spring will come. As did your post. Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06073779501303675639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-50435721693543080672014-02-26T10:22:09.502-05:002014-02-26T10:22:09.502-05:00Ah the memories of bunks beds!
It's still sor...Ah the memories of bunks beds! <br />It's still sort of cold here. It's warmed up to -20ish C. I could just sob, I'm so tired of winter, yet here it is spring at your house, so I have to be happy for you! <br />The sun is shining though, so I'm grateful for that. And you. I'm grateful for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81375297911478014982014-02-26T10:07:06.675-05:002014-02-26T10:07:06.675-05:00I remember the drama of the bunk bed years. Oy!I remember the drama of the bunk bed years. Oy!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.com