Cowboy Curtains

                                                

I could feel tears in my eyes before I opened them this morning, so I kept them closed...

It was an early morning in December, my favorite season- so I wondered why I woke up teary eyed-

Although, I did recognize a warm feeling...It had a conflicting ring to it, one you never forget; because you feel great, yet confused about how to identify your emotions.

I wanted to keep my eyes closed and think of the cowboy curtains on my grandmothers drapes, the smell of honeysuckle vines in her yard, her dusty back porch, the clothesline, and the talkative morning birds.

The Answer Is "Blowin' In The Wind"

I was going to post this song as the "song in my head today,'' but the version is so good that I didn't want to change the width on the video, so I decided to post it while I edit my next post entitled, "Who is Everybody?"

I hope you can return to read it, because I...well, I guess I should write it here in case, but I want to thank everyone who answered Tuesday's Question. Your answers are simply amazing, and I'm grateful that 'ya'll" are my readers.  I'm a little behind again, which I explain in my upcoming, unedited, three topic post... but, in case it passes you by, please know that I really appreciate your answer.

Have a great week-end! And remember to pour a little sugar on it...

What Book Was...?

 Hello, welcome to Tuesday's Question.  This Tuesday, Tuesday's Question is asked at the end of the post instead of the beginning. If you're new to Tuesday's Question, there's a note for you at the end of the post as well.  Plus, we already have two great answers...

Franz Kafka said,

"A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”  `  

I had a hard time thinking of how to phrase today’s question.  I was going to ask you what was the first book you remember reading, and what you liked or disliked about it.  Hence, if you would like to answer that question you may, but I bet the title question will tell you why you felt the way you did about the book you read.

The first book I remember reading, is not my favorite book, but I will be forever grateful for having read it.  Because I couldn’t wait to go back to the library and find another story to step into; a new door to open, and new characters who I could laugh, cry, suffer, dream, and live with until the final word on the last page, and beyond.