Friday, February 08, 2008
February 8, '08
Our woodsy pathways sports violets and tiny white crosses ground cover now. We call the little patches of crosses"Quaker Ladies". The yellow trumpet shaped vine flowers , Jessamine, are already dropping blossoms on the path and there are many many baby leaves emerging.
Robins flock noisily. Distant distinctive sound of migrating sandhill cranes make us look way up to spot them. The swamp maple red blossoms have me remembering how those red seeds can be opened so as to stick on my nose for fun in the world of childhood imagination as I walked to and from Spring Garden School in Nutley New Jersey. Do you suppose I identified with a rhonoceros thereby?
Mr. Jack lists these birds he saw simultaneously to my woodsy walking. He rides his new electric EZ-GO cart. He saw robins, flicker, great blue heron, goldfinches, crow, bluebird,and yellow rump warbler but the hooded merganzers we have been enjoying must have been having afternoon tea on somebody's else's pond.
This evening family and friends of Marilyn Burnham gather in bereavement. She was nicknamed "Merry" in her schooldays at Wellborn School and has many friends in our hometown. The funeral service is Saturday at Mt Beulah.
My own sharing of her gifts and graces was at the Wellborn Methodist Church library. She was the good lady who was not intimidated by the amount of work it took to catalogue over a thousand books turning a collection of books people have enjoyed into a LIBRARY of books right here in our hometown. COME SEE & BORROW FYI 963-5023 for library open hours.
There are secular book, reference books and religious books as well as VCR and DVD's.
What a good time we had playing library together once a week. It wasnt so much fun when our together time became Friday visits at her bedside. Her travail was too long. I admired her and her loved ones, even more for the way they waited together for it to be her time to join her beloved George in the heavenlies.
May God comfort all of us who mourn. We know how we will miss her, even while we rejoice thinking about her newness of life already started. We anticipate our glad reunion one day.
Our woodsy pathways sports violets and tiny white crosses ground cover now. We call the little patches of crosses"Quaker Ladies". The yellow trumpet shaped vine flowers , Jessamine, are already dropping blossoms on the path and there are many many baby leaves emerging.
Robins flock noisily. Distant distinctive sound of migrating sandhill cranes make us look way up to spot them. The swamp maple red blossoms have me remembering how those red seeds can be opened so as to stick on my nose for fun in the world of childhood imagination as I walked to and from Spring Garden School in Nutley New Jersey. Do you suppose I identified with a rhonoceros thereby?
Mr. Jack lists these birds he saw simultaneously to my woodsy walking. He rides his new electric EZ-GO cart. He saw robins, flicker, great blue heron, goldfinches, crow, bluebird,and yellow rump warbler but the hooded merganzers we have been enjoying must have been having afternoon tea on somebody's else's pond.
This evening family and friends of Marilyn Burnham gather in bereavement. She was nicknamed "Merry" in her schooldays at Wellborn School and has many friends in our hometown. The funeral service is Saturday at Mt Beulah.
My own sharing of her gifts and graces was at the Wellborn Methodist Church library. She was the good lady who was not intimidated by the amount of work it took to catalogue over a thousand books turning a collection of books people have enjoyed into a LIBRARY of books right here in our hometown. COME SEE & BORROW FYI 963-5023 for library open hours.
There are secular book, reference books and religious books as well as VCR and DVD's.
What a good time we had playing library together once a week. It wasnt so much fun when our together time became Friday visits at her bedside. Her travail was too long. I admired her and her loved ones, even more for the way they waited together for it to be her time to join her beloved George in the heavenlies.
May God comfort all of us who mourn. We know how we will miss her, even while we rejoice thinking about her newness of life already started. We anticipate our glad reunion one day.
# posted by Jinny Wilson @ 1:01 PM 
