Here’s your daily cow. Poor ol’ longhorn. I always think of car trips when we were kids.
My sister was a choir soprano and would sing all the songs she learned in school. This was always one of my favorites that she did. Who knew we’d both end up in Texas one day?
not to completely fondue your blog, but did you know that you can “sing” every Emily Dickenson poem to The Yellow Rose of Texas … and Gilligans Island? Seriously
Yes. My friend Christine told me that in 1989 and pretty much ruined “I heard a fly buzz when I died” for me.
I bought an Emily DIckenson poetry book so I could sing them !