“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”
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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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