Soon after 9/11, we planted a small flag in our front yard, under our majestic maple tree.
There it stayed for a couple of weeks.
Then I took it down, took the stick off, and gently folded it up and put it into a zip lock bag with a note explaining where it was, when and why.
My plan was to put it out today, in the same spot, and photograph it for my blog.
I can't find it.
I know I have it, as over the years I have come across it in my travels. But today.....I couldn't find it.
So, no photo.
I watched the memorial this morning.
Oh yeah, I remember every minute of that day. I think we all have a 'photo' in our minds that we can pull up.
I don't need a photo.
God Bless America.
that's the truth honey, like a photograph burned into my brain...
ReplyDeleteand your package is on its way. thank you!
smile, bee
xoxoxoxoxo
So true. But I have to chuckle a little that you can't find the flag. I'm always putting things in safe places and then am unable to find them when I want them!
ReplyDeleteThe flag is "hidden" very safe. I know this-because I have several there too!
ReplyDeleteWe all have those "senior" moments. Sigh. I certainly have photos of 10 years seared into my brain. I will never forget.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless America. Amen.
Boy, do I identify with this post - in all ways!
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