Stories from my little corner of the world, the South. Some are from the present, some from the past...but all are from my heart.

They reflect my thoughts and views, my musing about the world, and each carries with it a bit of my heart
and soul.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Food for the Soul


  1. Sometimes I wonder if you're a writer who would make a good photographer or a photographer who would make a good writer.

  2. For many years, I didn't pay attention to birds... I was a "cat lover" and, in my youthful, somewhat narrower mind, the two were mutually exclusive somehow. That all changed one day when a whole flock of bluebirds came along and perched -- one by one -- in the the "squares" of openings in the hurricane fencing across the driveway. I had never, ever (outside of the South) seen bluebirds before... I made a point of studying the names and descriptions so that, now, I pretty much know the names of all of our local avian visitors. I totally understand the transformation you went through, my dear friend, Rose... Much love to you and yours, jean in CA