On the same day that I saw the yellow dandelion near my back door, I saw this more typical scene. It was in our flower garden.
I think milkweed is beautiful. How about you?
Last night I was remembering how I used to tease my sons when they were youngsters. (No longer true. One of them is retired already. How can that be?)
They would say, “Dad, tell us a story.” Sometimes my response was this ditty that I learned from my Dad:
I’ll tell you a story about old Mother Morey,
And now my story’s begun.
I’ll tell you another about her brother,
And now my story is done.
As you might expect, they didn’t appreciate that response. I would then proceed to tell them a story. I miss those days on the one hand. Yet, on the other hand, I’m glad to see that they are grown and have done well with their respective lives.
I had them memorize verses from the Proverbs back then. One my favorites was this one, “A wise son makes his father glad.” True 3,000 years ago when it was penned. And still true today.
My sons have made me glad. Almost as much as their mother has.
“A wise son makes his father glad.” – Very true when referring to the son’s mind and heart, but not always so true further south. 😀
I have it on good authority that I come by it legitimately. 😛
I love you too Scott! :m2:
It was a dark and stormy night . . .
I’m frightened already. :surrender: :beam:
I love milkweed too! I remember seeing it in that wet area across the street from the pickle factory on the way to and from school.
I mostly remember the cattails that grew there and the red winged blackbirds would nest there. When I was still a little guy, one of those birds attacked me. I didn’t walk around there very much after that. 🙁