I was just looking out the back door ... listening to the birds chirping. The grass is going to need mowing ... needs mowing now. The first mowing of the spring. And O Momma how we would have laughed and talked about that ... about which of us men on the street was going to be the first to get out and finally mow the grass for the first time ... :-) ...
We had talked about planting flowers ... and some vines for the west fence ... o God O Momma why aren't you here to talk about this now ... to plan and watch me put them out ... and smile and say how nice they looked ... O Momma ...
O Lord, I have no idea how You put up with my ranting and moping ... but O Thank You O Lord ...
O Momma I miss you so much
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