Why didn't I notice the flowers? Like the narrator of "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota," I feel I have "wasted [a part of] my life."
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter
Of childhood Easters, I remember three things: the new Easter dress Mother made for me; dying Easter eggs springy colors; and mite boxes.
Why didn't I notice the flowers? Like the narrator of "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota," I feel I have "wasted [a part of] my life."
Why didn't I notice the flowers? Like the narrator of "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota," I feel I have "wasted [a part of] my life."
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I love the poem, and certainly identify with the sentiment. My strongest Easter memories are of sunrise services with my dad, squinting through a million photos outside while facing the morning sun, and ham. Lots of ham. Happy Easter, Robley!
Oh, yes, ham. I forgot that!
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