tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post4457218286729506576..comments2023-10-17T08:16:35.305-04:00Comments on That's Why: Growlisahgoldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158660223296807317noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-70292469085098530922015-05-06T05:14:08.522-04:002015-05-06T05:14:08.522-04:00i met you here, in your garden, your busy kids kee...i met you here, in your garden, your busy kids keeping you busy too... i don't know how i lost you but i did... moving does that, even virtually... but i too remember your stories of that little house. xxxL'Adelaidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10725322054223364858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-78264754364474088722015-04-26T17:15:41.162-04:002015-04-26T17:15:41.162-04:00You've just explained why I'm never going ...You've just explained why I'm never going back to our old neighborhood in Omaha. Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18359007443116549436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-55414950323666035882015-04-23T20:53:23.118-04:002015-04-23T20:53:23.118-04:00So descriptive, so intense. I could be there, fell...So descriptive, so intense. I could be there, felling it, reading this.Lemon Gloriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07280085058516960260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-58034525775141862652015-04-16T16:16:35.742-04:002015-04-16T16:16:35.742-04:00Evocative and elegaic.
(I visit childhood homes o...Evocative and elegaic.<br /><br />(I visit childhood homes only by Google these days. Several of them have been demolished. There was a peach tree in one back yard, climbable by 6 and 7 year olds. Everything changes.)D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01347115855111060618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-21681877604676445752015-04-16T01:23:11.807-04:002015-04-16T01:23:11.807-04:00Such deep poignancy. Sometimes it's best to on...Such deep poignancy. Sometimes it's best to only go back in our memories, where the vagaries of real life can't intrude. Other times, we just have to see for ourselves so we can move on.<br /><br />I was so glad to see a new post from you. I hope you'll keep writing here.Reticulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05577343017332273507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-57520426655982745312015-04-15T21:55:13.223-04:002015-04-15T21:55:13.223-04:00That's where you all were when we first met, m...That's where you all were when we first met, my friend. It was a house filled with dreams and surrounded by love unfolding. None of that has gone. susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16747450215034568033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-857644402549133322015-04-15T16:26:26.664-04:002015-04-15T16:26:26.664-04:00This piece made me cry. When my parents sell my ch...This piece made me cry. When my parents sell my childhood home, a piece of my past will depart, too.Comrade Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11393718048145784837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-59940581277019349632015-04-15T15:21:19.992-04:002015-04-15T15:21:19.992-04:00As I struggle to get the house in the other state ...As I struggle to get the house in the other state ready for the market, I miss my garden. Yesterday, one of the contractors, the one there to refinish the tub and the counter tops, improvements I longed for and will never get to even see in person, texted me that he had been in the back yard and I "must have had quite a green thumb". He wrote of snooping through the containers and pots to see what I had grown and this irritating epoxy slinger had the wherewithal to offer me condolences for my loss. That - combined with this post - and I'm now sitting in the common room of the place where I'm working today and weeping. Thanks, Lisa (and yes there's a little sarcasm in there too.) ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01089574534585873786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-1341933712060353052015-04-15T15:15:22.637-04:002015-04-15T15:15:22.637-04:00Oh my, very moving. I loved this. Makes me think o...Oh my, very moving. I loved this. Makes me think of our old house where I lived from age 14 on and my parents lived in until my dad's death and my mother moved into senior living... I still drive by to see if her roses are still there, or if the peonies bloom. Mauigirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01679047602360156407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-33998117661864074342015-04-15T11:26:55.852-04:002015-04-15T11:26:55.852-04:00So lush & beautiful - both the words & ima...So lush & beautiful - both the words & images they create. Thank you for sharing this gorgeous piece of writing that so perfectly captures such a poignant moment. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-55568143545270147792015-04-15T11:18:35.234-04:002015-04-15T11:18:35.234-04:00Damn, your writing slays me every time.Damn, your writing slays me every time.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14574959237959082661noreply@blogger.com