Do you remember the pots of pretty flowers that Marcella used to place in a row across her front porch? They would make any visitor admire them and feel welcome.
One time after Kim and I had been visiting our family in Kentucky, we decided not to go straight home. We wanted to go by Frank and Marcella’s house even though we knew no one would be there. We waited there in the quietness, remembering so many past times.. Suddenly a bob white called out. His call sounded so clear and strong. He just called one time. But it seemed as if he was telling us he was glad we had stopped by. We were glad, too.