Friday, April 16, 2010

#86 Song of A Bird in the Morning

I slept in this morning and woke up to the Robins singing.
The song of birds is magical, like Cinderella.

It took me back to when our family lived in Provo, Utah
on N 100 E in a two story yellow house.
That was a magical time, with the Knells, Gleaves and Mima as our neighbors. The street was lined with trees that were tall, providing a ceiling of leaves and branches over our yards. The constant burbling sound of the irrigation water, that our children played in, ran down the street ditch all summer long.
Cherished memories.

Photo from here

1 comment:

  1. I love the birds too!! Good job for keeping up on your blog.