|Back yard in 1955|
Put on my housecoat, out back across the barren sun-baked yard to the trees over byI sit here this evening looking at the same spot of earth -- her kids and my kids far away, all the others gone, my eyes are the only link to that morning in May. For the first time ever I understand Time as the fourth dimension.
, found a bright red bird. No idea
what it was called. And then Dottie
came out from next door – wakened by the bird calls, her husband and kids asleep, she was coming out in her housecoat to see what it was. Beginning of birding for both of us. Westland
|Back yard this evening.|