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FEEDSACK CLOTHES 5 Aug 2013 | 09:31 pm
This is my mama, Blanche L. Ledford, wearing a feedsack apron and old-fashioned clothes. In the mid-19th century, heavy canvas or linen feedsacks replaced many barrels and tins and transport of flour...
BIRDS MATTER 19 Jul 2013 | 10:56 pm
The songs and colors of birds fascinate me. I enjoy watching ruby-throated hummingbirds drinking nectar at a feeder. Their acrobatic dances and wings rotating like helicopters amaze me. Birds inspi...
FRANKIE'S FLOWERS 24 Jun 2013 | 11:12 pm
Miss Frankie's flower garden welcomes parishioners to Pilgrim Baptist Church in the Blue Ridge Mountains. She plants, waters, and weeds her flowers with loving hands. It's like a taste of heaven sav...
WILDFLOWERS 6 Jun 2013 | 12:50 am
Coneflower Pink Coneflower Tiger Lily Daisies Could anyone identify this flower? I think it's a Lobelia. Honeysuckle A Field of Poppies Wild Lupine I hope my blogger friends have enjoyed the ...
HIDDEN BEAUTY 3 Jun 2013 | 09:13 pm
Sometimes we fail to recognize the treasures of nature. Usually I rush past the wildflowers peeking from weeds beside our road. Yesterday I took a walk and observed the wildflowers. They danced wi...
APPLE TREE 28 May 2013 | 10:47 pm
Climbing into the arms of an apple tree, my favorite book in hand, the fragrance of blossoms pulsed on a breeze. My hiding place among a canopy of leaves, the rain crow cooed in the forest, pr...
AZALEAS 15 May 2013 | 10:19 pm
Our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, have a lovely rhododendron garden. They graciously allowed me to photograph their flowers. I hope my blogger friends will enjoy these azaleas. I hope my blogger ...
MOTHER'S DAY 29 Apr 2013 | 10:27 pm
Many times after working all day, Mama's head hardly hit the pillow, when she jumped up to care for a crying baby. Sometimes she stayed awake all night. Her child came first. Mama sacrificed a lot ...
TULIPS 15 Apr 2013 | 11:08 pm
TULIPS After William Wordsworth’s The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud over the mountains and meadows, when I saw a cluster, a throng of tulips; beside an old rock chimney, pulsing on a breeze...
SPRING PRAISE SONG 3 Apr 2013 | 10:34 pm
Praise the yellow bell bush ringing a song in dawn breeze, the woods alive with wildflowers, white-tailed deer leaping over fences. Praise to the heavenly scent of fresh-turned dirt, sowing seeds in ...
