Frog eggs!
Day 2, the little dots will soon be tiny tadpoles!
How life begins, began, begun! © Laine Quinn 2018
I'd almost forgotten that daffodils were my Mom's favorite flower.
She'd be 100 this year,
if she had survived her difficult challenges –
impending divorce, depression, alcoholism.
Back in the 70's it was all behind closed doors.
I'll never know her as a wise old woman,
but as a woman,
who loved the ocean,
daffodils,
and her home.
I'd almost forgotten about the daffodils,
but then
I didn't
forget.
For my mom, Nancy T. Quinn, born April 12, 1918.
The daffodils are from my recent trip to the mountains in North Carolina, and yes, it snowed! And the daffodils bounced back by the afternoon! © Laine Quinn 2018.
March winds,
and look at the trees.
What are they whispering to each other
and now they are laughing!
How many years have they stood
side by side
chattering in the wind
and silent in the calm air?
How many years?
How many stories in all that time?
Old souls,
Good neighbors.
Spanish Moss dancing in the wind on Hontoon Island, ©2007.
Gleanings From Living Long