Saturday, December 12, 2009

Rest Easy, Jack Rose.

There were a lot of cold days where we used to live. I like to think that I remember the two dogwood trees on the shady side of the house and the bees in the quince. But I don't really.

When I think about it hard, there's only January. Sitting with the Ashley Book of Knots and waiting for my sons to come.

Jack Rose was there, too.

February 16, 1971-December 5, 2009


1 comment:

P77 said...

We miss driving up and visiting you guys on some of those cold days. The blistering hot ones, too. Happy Holidays Freebirds.