Monday, May 11, 2015

Remembering Mom

On Mother's Day I was thinking about my mom, and remembering how much joy she always expressed when the swallows returned each spring. We had a rickety bird house that hung on the corner of the eve of the living room which she could see by looking across the front patio from her kitchen window. From the other kitchen window where we all sat at the table we could watch the swallows swoop for insects on the pond below. They were Violet-green Swallows, one of the smaller swallows of the swallow family. Years later I watch these Violet-green Swallows making a nest in the bird house in my front yard and am aware that they are my favorite swallows.

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  1. Of these things, memories are made and retained.

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