The wind I grew up with was a moaning wind, the legendary voice of La Llarona weeping for her lost children. Here the wind just blows, and it's so strange to me, like it has no soul.I normally love to hear birds in the morning, but yesterday I just wanted to throw tomatoes at them.
Ahhhh, that was balm for my tired heart. Absolutely lovely.Praise God!
Wishing you a Happy Mothers day Lisa:).Peace & love to you:)Marie xoxoxo(the daffy one lol)
I just now saw this post! What a powerful wind you have there and the meadowlarks were beautiful! Thanks for playing!
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