I too love this time of the year...there is something about fall and winter that is inspiring for me, also something that makes me a bit homesick for the days of my youth. Many that have gone on that I recall having such fond memories with during this time of the year. I can envision my Mamaw cooking soup beans on her little heating stove, my Papaw stacking the wood pile getting ready for winter...so many more. Great write my friend I enjoyed this much.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
thanks for sharing,
Steve
Marjorie
just love it!
Beautiful write..
vesna