Mom had several songs she used to sing all the time - One was "I Have a Testimony." Another was "The Tenesse Waltz" ... in fact, she and Dad would sing that one together in the car, but the one that was the most fun was the one she would go out and sing on her front porch as the weather started to change and the leaves started to change colors - She would sing it to her trees:
"Come little leaves said the wind one day
Over the meadow with me a play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold
Summer has gone and the days grow cold.
Over the meadows they danced and flew
Singing the soft little songs they knew
Soon as the leaves heard the winds low call
Down they came fluttering one and all."
One day a friend of mine came up as Mom was out on the front porch waving her arms over her head. He said, "Sister Foulger, what are you doing?" Her answer was simple, "I'm waving at the trees. They wave at me all day, so I am just waving back to them." and then she asked him, "Don't you ever wave at the trees?" No, she wasn't crazy or nuts ... but she did love her trees. There were beautiful big broad-leaf maple on the property as well as many Douglas Fir trees off to the west, but the most beautiful was the big tall, perfectly shaped, strong oak tree that stood in the front yard at 560. It truly was magnificent! Mom was not only appreciative of the beautiful trees, but of all nature's wonders - a beautiful sunset always thrilled her, the intricacies of her roses were admired regularly as were the simple for-get-me not that sprung up in her garden. She truly loved the beauties of the earth and recognized from where they came. I don't think a day went by that she didn't express gratitude to her Heavenly Father for the beauty that surrounded her ... a good lesson for all of us to remember.
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