Memories of Dad
Before my dad died in 1988 there was a Great Blue Heron that had started to visit him in the brook behind his antique shop. He talked about these visits so excitedly.
When ever I see a blue heron now, I consider it to be a hello from my dad to me.
This one was spotted through a shop window in Shelburne Falls MA USA.
A place he used to bring me to. Hi Dad!
3 comments:
ooh, the heron is very meaningful, i shall tell you more later when i get time
I hope you will!
please remind me if i forget...i have lots of visitors at the mo...but i want to tell you!!
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