Day 274. Tumbleweed Bird

2 Oct

When I was just a kid, grandma Edna, would often refer to me as a tumbleweed. Almost like a nickname. Mostly because I would roll through the kitchen leaving a mess behind. I’ve never heard anyone else use the word tumbleweed since childhood. So when I saw this broken off remnant from a tumbleweed, rolling across the highway it felt nostalgic. Right after I took this photo, a gust of wind came and it flew away. Enjoy.

6 Responses to “Day 274. Tumbleweed Bird”

  1. mkdickerson November 17, 2013 at 12:52 pm #

    Thanks for the music tip. I really like how ephemeral their guitar work feels. Its very poetic.

  2. Anonymous November 17, 2013 at 12:28 am #

    It’s in the shape of a roadrunner, listen to the song “tumbleweed in Eden”

  3. mkdickerson October 2, 2012 at 11:22 pm #

    What a great memory. You are so right.

  4. berylreichenberg October 2, 2012 at 5:46 pm #

    I had a grandfather who would tell us stories by the fireplace. I still remember those wonderful times. Being a grandparent myself, I know how delightful grandchildren can be. Beryl

  5. mkdickerson October 2, 2012 at 4:30 pm #

    She was a good soul. She used to treat the family to burgers the first of the month. Nice memories. Thanks.

  6. berylreichenberg October 2, 2012 at 3:30 pm #

    I love your nickname and your story. Your grandmother must have been someone very special. Beryl

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