“Out in the meadow, I picked a wild sunflower, and as I looked into its golden heart,such a wave of homesickness came over me that I almost wept. I wanted Mother, withher gentle voice and quiet firmness; I longed to hear Father’s jolly songs and to see his twinkling blue eyes; I was lonesome for the sister with whom I used to play in the meadow picking daisies and wild sunflowers.”
from “Laura Ingalls Wilder, Farm Journalist, Writings from the Ozarks” edited by Stephen W. Hines”
Michael Stephen Wills Photography 
Sweet blog! I found it while searching on Yahoo News. Do you have any tips on how to get listed in Yahoo News? I’ve been trying for a while but I never seem to get there! Many thanks
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I try to post blogs of 500 or more words. That might help.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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most appreciated, Ned
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Lovely text to accompany this slender and rather elegant sunflower!
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Your encouragement is appreciated, Birder.
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Beautiful shot, Michael. And the quote you chose touched my heart. Thanks for sharing! 🌞
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Good to read this, Lisa. You made my day.
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