I've always loved seeing the red winged blackbird; in tall fields of grass I know they are there by their loud chirping note.
They always remind me of my mother ... thank you, Linda.
Your mother must have been a very, very wise woman. It is true. As long as the Red Wing Blackbird returns there will be another day to enjoy, ramble within, and revel in all of earth's glory.
She was brilliant, and I don't bandy that word about carelessly. I hope I have even a smidgeon of her grace and insight.
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