tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post4269795789253420833..comments2023-10-02T05:31:15.837-04:00Comments on Words We Say: My Father's GardenSharon Creechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297551991159941966noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-55508052337431548742012-07-21T01:13:26.211-04:002012-07-21T01:13:26.211-04:00Merci de ton commentaire chez moi. Le survol de to...Merci de ton commentaire chez moi. Le survol de ton blog me laisse voir que tu as bien d'autres talents que moi! Savoir écrire n'est pas donné à tout le monde! Bonne fin de semaine.Ginehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15468392706399480827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-38322445144826277412012-07-19T16:14:15.340-04:002012-07-19T16:14:15.340-04:00Grandma Thompson's pickled beets. Beautiful to...Grandma Thompson's pickled beets. Beautiful to look at and tantalizing to the tongue. Anytime I see beets I think about how much I loved to visit my grandma in Missouri and eat her pickled beets.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00652954536843347233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-11571777301963176472012-07-17T11:57:53.575-04:002012-07-17T11:57:53.575-04:00i have a glass dish on my dresser that holds a bee...i have a glass dish on my dresser that holds a beetle brooch and a rock shaped like a heart. these things remind me of my mother.possehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04147097673732572305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-72465150138952710842012-07-17T09:19:03.482-04:002012-07-17T09:19:03.482-04:00love this poem. still thinking about your question...love this poem. still thinking about your question.brattcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10382428477056833533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-92081936150270465652012-07-17T06:49:42.530-04:002012-07-17T06:49:42.530-04:00We carry on these traditions and their symbolism t...We carry on these traditions and their symbolism to honor. My problem: what to keep; what to throw?Birdmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16634185585147630883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-84417377263131892012012-07-17T01:50:26.163-04:002012-07-17T01:50:26.163-04:00Some ways to cook, some ways to talk, some special...Some ways to cook, some ways to talk, some special words used; And the perfume of my grand-mother..Malysshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08285965495493508425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-273211197715719472012-07-16T20:40:59.892-04:002012-07-16T20:40:59.892-04:00De très jolis mots qui me ramènent à mon enfance d...De très jolis mots qui me ramènent à mon enfance dans la maison de mes grand-parents... Mon grand-père avait un si beau jardin...<br /><br />Gros bisous.martinealisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04055152925986659065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-27162642045326506942012-07-16T20:28:28.188-04:002012-07-16T20:28:28.188-04:00Gardening, yes that. And making long simmering bee...Gardening, yes that. And making long simmering beef and chicken broths that form the base of all my tasty soups. Every time I make them, I think of my mom and the good kitchen smells her bone broths made.Marge Loch-Woutershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09299355611398291374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328453083715960526.post-80540315672876267342012-07-16T20:07:12.165-04:002012-07-16T20:07:12.165-04:00Strawberries bring my father back to me. I remembe...Strawberries bring my father back to me. I remember his excitement about baskets of strawberries in the spring each time I am picking, slicing, or preparing them.<br /><br />Your poem speaks such love. Thanks for sharing the beauty of your family story.Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14662811441487822589noreply@blogger.com