tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post8269859306211445834..comments2024-02-29T06:34:59.406-05:00Comments on From The House of Edward: BluebirdsPamela Terry and Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746603636884819522noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-49080393217995873392014-04-21T05:09:24.804-04:002014-04-21T05:09:24.804-04:00Today is the first time I am reading this. Five d...Today is the first time I am reading this. Five days ago I returned to the area to visit Mother. It is my first Atlanta Spring in 37 years. I cannot tell you the sensations I'm getting from seeing the explosions of color in all the flowers that bloom here this time of year. Daddy was a prolific gardener. He left us for eternal realms 4 years ago. In his life here, he planted and tended thousands and thousands of plants. His favorite were the Irises. Scores of them, all different colors and varieties. When I pulled into the driveway, many, many iris stalks were showing their blossoms. Most of them were purple. "I don't understand it," Mother said. "They are usually all different colors. I've never seen so many purple ones." I know. I understand. My Daddy knew...my favorite color is purple. I believe he planned with Providence to sprout the purple blossoms just for me. This is what I choose to believe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-50517490130975271662014-03-21T12:15:50.399-04:002014-03-21T12:15:50.399-04:00Of course it was a message. Birds are akin to ange...Of course it was a message. Birds are akin to angels and these bluebirds are your mother's angelic messengers. Cait O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04569760764766505179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-75286671617360786362014-03-17T23:22:33.281-04:002014-03-17T23:22:33.281-04:00I received an affirmation from my mother following...I received an affirmation from my mother following her passing. Her favorite bird was the Cardinal and one presented to me in direct response to a little prayer I offered. Since that time, many years ago, they seem to always find my feeder and nest nearby. I'm so glad you feel it. Sami Pat https://www.blogger.com/profile/16545531406668058733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-81920819943696601332014-03-15T20:55:46.730-04:002014-03-15T20:55:46.730-04:00My late father proudly wore his navy blue airforc...My late father proudly wore his navy blue airforce uniform during WW2. As a tail gunner, he used to say he missed the company of the crew in the main body of the large Liberator from whom he was isolated, facing out and shut in at the rear of the plane. He collected many airforce books after the war and to him WW2 seemed like yesterday, particularly as dementia took hold. In the week after he passed away last year, a large flock of dark blue house swallows descended on the roof of my house. Both my husband and I have never seen them in this area where we live . As we sat on chairs at the front veranda they flew in and around the fence posts and performed aeronautical acrobatics out the front of the house for 20 minutes. We watched in amazement as they then flew away together off into the distance. I would like to feel that it was a message from Dad, particularly as it has not happened since, a way of telling us that he is truly happy where he is . I believe your blue bird visits are a message from your mother, and your story here bought back lovely memories of that day with the house swallows.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-26678587204340298162014-03-14T18:12:48.694-04:002014-03-14T18:12:48.694-04:00What a wonder-full story. I, too, would see it as ...What a wonder-full story. I, too, would see it as a gift from your mother. What a blessing.<br /><br />(I am also fond of bluebirds. I never saw them growing up (maybe I wasn't looking) but started seeing them when I moved to California. When I moved from there to Oregon, I was saddest about leaving them. But then they found me! A pair of them visited me every day. When I moved to Michigan, it took a while for them to find me, but then they did. They always always make me smile and remind me of happiness.)Elizabeth Halthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01595395276757245598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-56879726132378031252014-03-14T10:51:33.401-04:002014-03-14T10:51:33.401-04:00Oh how I love reading your lovely stories. I get ...Oh how I love reading your lovely stories. I get so excited when I get a notification in my email that another has arrived. I bought your book, and enjoy having it on my Mother's cedar chest (now my cedar chest). It looks lovely there, and the stories are warm like her memory. The story today, about the bluebirds, particularly the last paragraph made me cry just a little. You see, I remember, when my own Mother was in her very last days with her fight with cancer, I told her that she must send me a sign of some kind...some beautiful thing so that I would know she was ok, and hers was the cardinal. I'v seen her stand in her window many a winter day, coffee cup in hand, watching the redbirds. They always made her smile and I often wondered where her thoughts would go while watching them. Thank you for your stories...Melissa's Lost Llaysenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08872977300976976832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-3902536198989230602014-03-13T23:52:24.646-04:002014-03-13T23:52:24.646-04:00Pamela, this is a lovely story about the elusive b...Pamela, this is a lovely story about the elusive bluebirds and your mom, and I think you are right; your mom is happy you are enjoying these visitors and your bluebirds may be a message from her. If I had bluebirds visiting I would put up some bluebird houses; they need help in finding nesting spots. Terra https://www.blogger.com/profile/04396481049075747940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-10761792634348066032014-03-13T14:23:30.218-04:002014-03-13T14:23:30.218-04:00Yes this is one of the many mysteries of our life ...Yes this is one of the many mysteries of our life here on earth,<br />I so enjoy feeding my cardinals who stayed with me all winter and a few blue jays<br />I am a mini bird watcherCurtains in My Treehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04739180504953135365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-84323038631333684812014-03-12T21:52:29.285-04:002014-03-12T21:52:29.285-04:00I, too, have waited years (all of my childhood and...I, too, have waited years (all of my childhood and most of my adult life) waiting to see a bluebird. Finally, a couple of years ago, I spotted one while walking my dogs in the neighborhood. Slowly, over time, I began to see more and more, and finally, they appeared in MY yard. I was ecstatic. I always stop and watch these brightly colored, happy little birds and think that people driving by must wonder what I have stopped to focus on so intently. I am sure there is a smile on my face and wonderment in my eyes for they always captivate me. <br />Thank you for sharing your memories.Dottiehttp://www.outdoorlicious.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-90858045152761703742014-03-12T16:09:38.501-04:002014-03-12T16:09:38.501-04:00It does seem like your mother is with you spirit. ...It does seem like your mother is with you spirit. Such a lovely bird and story!Sarah Laurencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423008641739156182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-10971449649108322082014-03-12T08:53:49.176-04:002014-03-12T08:53:49.176-04:00Newnans finest. Brunswick stew. Newnans finest. Brunswick stew. Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13905037014736070475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-14708173724378164562014-03-12T01:12:42.428-04:002014-03-12T01:12:42.428-04:00Well, you've done it yet again: struck a very ...Well, you've done it yet again: struck a very special chord, indeed! Our mountain bluebirds have started returning to the valley. They are our neighbors for a few months every year, and we have the joy of seeing them whenever we wish, perched on wires or atop their special houses on the edge of town and up into the mountains, where they nest in woodpecker holes of aspen trees. I adore learning birdsong and calls, and the sweet, soft, gentle "few, few" of the bluebird is the pleasantest of sounds. Enjoy the lovely gift your mother sent you! I shall try to see them with fresh eyes and not take them for granted… (I would look at a cardinal--which I have never seen--with the same degree of wonder as you and the bluebirds!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-23111268280476606152014-03-11T21:46:21.466-04:002014-03-11T21:46:21.466-04:00Beautiful story..and before I read your written wo...Beautiful story..and before I read your written words, I too, knew the blue birds were a message sent from your Mother. What a lovely gift!Bonnie Schultehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04662392601280165884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-64041244536726075122014-03-11T21:23:47.877-04:002014-03-11T21:23:47.877-04:00Surely a message from your mother. I, too, have a...Surely a message from your mother. I, too, have always wanted to see bluebirds but they were not to be found in town. My late father had even made me a bluebird house as well, but it was never occupied. We have lived in this house for 25 years and I had never seen bluebirds here. Recently I read about asking the Universe for a sign of your choosing. So I chose a blue feather. Ever since then - in January - I have been seeing bluebirds - at the post office, on walks, and even in my own yard. This morning I saw a bluebird fly up to a branch on a huge oak tree in our front yard that survived the devastating ice storm of last Friday. Our neighborhood looks like a war zone. We were without power for 3 days, TV and internet for 5, and some neighbors still don't have electricity. I received the bluebird's message - we survived the storm, and all is truly well.Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10021913578112308091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-32026521245977500542014-03-11T18:11:15.363-04:002014-03-11T18:11:15.363-04:00Lovely story. A wonderful reminder of your mother....Lovely story. A wonderful reminder of your mother.<br />xo SundaySunday Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13148090705938196599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-41788774585360630092014-03-11T16:25:36.792-04:002014-03-11T16:25:36.792-04:00Lunch in Coweta County?
Bar-B-Que?Lunch in Coweta County?<br />Bar-B-Que?Pamela Terry and Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12746603636884819522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-49139334020327658822014-03-11T15:22:49.135-04:002014-03-11T15:22:49.135-04:00You are right to believe this Pamela - it is a lov...You are right to believe this Pamela - it is a lovely tribute to your Mother.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-47786679560520881342014-03-11T12:30:22.121-04:002014-03-11T12:30:22.121-04:00Once , over lunch , I was once told by a lady in C...Once , over lunch , I was once told by a lady in Coweta County that Bluebirds are a gardeners best friend and a source of great good luck. Georgia lore ?Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13905037014736070475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-64531581942043459272014-03-11T10:41:57.373-04:002014-03-11T10:41:57.373-04:00Happy for you! Brought tears to my eyes! Angela...Happy for you! Brought tears to my eyes! Angela MullerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-20727985202703889022014-03-10T21:58:28.429-04:002014-03-10T21:58:28.429-04:00EXACTLY, what I thought!A message from MAMA above…...EXACTLY, what I thought!A message from MAMA above………how GORGEOUS is that?<br />I do not believe I have ever seen a bluebird…….except of course in those classic Disney stories we all adored and still do!La Contessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01682902106545680159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-86612785295147490492014-03-10T20:19:39.140-04:002014-03-10T20:19:39.140-04:00The sweetest of stories. Your mother's lessons...The sweetest of stories. Your mother's lessons to you are so touching. I am thrilled the bluebirds have visited you, whoever sent them. Your parents were/are certainly special beings.michele@Portlandia Vintagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01619326821893086315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-24755833212196221072014-03-10T14:33:49.648-04:002014-03-10T14:33:49.648-04:00Of course it's your mom! My dad sends roadrun...Of course it's your mom! My dad sends roadrunner greetings and feathers in odd places to me, and I can feel his love for me instantly. The second gift is knowing you have the ability to recognize them:-)Amandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-46854339200228824102014-03-10T14:24:41.823-04:002014-03-10T14:24:41.823-04:00It seems certain that your Mother has sent you mes...It seems certain that your Mother has sent you messages of love through the visual of the beautiful Bluebirds. Bask in the joy of watching them live. How delightful!<br />My Husband feels the same way as you do with the Red Cardinals. He believes they are a message of love from his parents.Purple Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05831681595310623140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-26088642124103960072014-03-10T13:44:54.101-04:002014-03-10T13:44:54.101-04:00So sweet Pam. Bluebirds are country folk, don'...So sweet Pam. Bluebirds are country folk, don't usually come to feeders like the other birds. That they abound around your feeder is indeed rare. Had to be a gift from your Mom. Watching birds and listening to their song is my bliss.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-58713878590948702892014-03-10T13:41:44.189-04:002014-03-10T13:41:44.189-04:00Oh how lovely for you.
Jean xOh how lovely for you.<br />Jean xShrimpton and Perfecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11936163290981358252noreply@blogger.com