I had what some might describe as a “brisk” walk this Sunday morning, as in brother, it’s really cold outside today – is there any way I could skip the healthy habitual morning walk when Jack Frost was nipping at my plants and my nose as the sun rose from its customary place…
Full disclosure: I’m not a cold weather person which goes a long way to explain why I live in South Carolina. Pretty and I talked often about relocating to another state, country, world in search of politics we preferred to our state’s conservatism, but this was back in the days before our granddaughter’s appearance. Honestly, a warm climate was best for both of us. Politics be damned.
Patriotic and Playful
A belated Happy Veterans Day to all those who served
in the air and everywhere
1st. Lieutenant Glenn L. Morris with his mother before leaving to join the Army Air Corps in WWII –
he was 18 years old
My dad flew 32 missions over Germany when he was stationed in England with the Eighth Air Force. He never talked about that time with me, but he did instill a love of family and trees in their autumn finery when we walked those hills, those forests in rural Grimes County, Texas together.
He still walks with me every morning.
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I'll Call It Like I See It 
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3 responses to “sunday morning coming down”
As our climate changes toward longer, warmer summers, encroaching on autumn and spring, the more I want to stay in Pennsylvania. At least politically I live in the liberal southeastern region, though the horses reside across the Manatawny Creek in a red county. Sigh . . .
Our brave parents faced down brutal fascists. As much as I miss them, I think their hearts would be broken to live in a time when clearly the threat never was fully stamped out.
May your winter be warmed by Ella’s laughter and chatter!
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We dance with the weather that brung us, right?
And now, if only we could get our politics in order – your poor horses. I hope they don’t have to listen to too much chattering in their pastures. If only peppermints could cure what ails our country.
And yes, I’m really glad our parents didn’t live to see what we’ve come to.
Pretty and I might surprise you one day for a visit when the weather is suitable…we love you all.
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Fortunately Sheryl’s farm is a Democratic port in a sea of Red.
Just the promise of a visit from you two is enough to make the cold winter easier to bear.
Much love from the gloomy North!!
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