Blame it on the pyracantha Posted on November 24, 2013 by wendyjean56 Preparing my heart for the move I don’t think about memories. And then Those bright red berries On High Country Blvd. He knew I loved them. He planted them for me in our yard. Thanksgivings we cut them for the table. So I cried. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
So sad. *HUGS* to you Wendy.