Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin . She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures. There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories. Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment. Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture. Childhood Memories The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights. Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine. The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent s...
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Great 100th post. Very creative BUTT maybe for your 101th, we can see what's actually under that tree. :)
Glad I'm a part of your little blogging circle...you bring a smile to my face or my heart every time I'm here.
It kind of "tails" off when you post pictures of your hubby's behind, though ;). Creative way to commemorate this auspicious milestone!
Congrats & keep on writing, mon amie.
Don't you mean that he is the best 'hus-BUMd' though? ACtually...they are called 'buns' sometimes...ok. Fair do's :-)
did Dad find the water leakage?
Love you -
I love your imagination and the way you put things together! ! !
LOL! Great 100th post, Pamela. Thanks for the chuckle.
(Unrelated PS: remember to start now to fight back against the war on Christmas!)
You've got quite an excellent hubby there;)
I hope your husband doesn't mind being the "butt" of your jokes! LOL! Sorry, couldn't resist.
Kelly
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Ian
Also, hello back to a bloggerchick...
Kris
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