The flowers I had on my table for the Memorial Day dinner with family are still "singing" even on this very rainy day. When I posted this picture on FB I told the story about my own singing. When my children were small I would rock them to sleep at night and sing silly little songs to them. One night my daughter who was about 18 months old looked up at me very serious and said, "Mama, just rock.....don't sing." I have only been in one church choir since that time and that was because they needed a child's voice :). When I traveled with my job I was often told, "you talk so Southern". I must have a Southern, child-like voice but it's ok because when I am home alone painting I can really sing!
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