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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I have plenty of raisins and a spoon.
Love that stuff. Raw or baked. It doesn't matter.
Less temptation that way!
xo
At least when it's Girl Scout time, I limit myself to only one box a year...which is SO hard since for $3.50 it disappears within two hours! :)
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
When are you popping over this way?!!
School kids here are NOT allowed to sell things door to door.... good job really, or I would be buying the lot LOL
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"pumping stations"
And I didn't think anyone would notice those.
can't wait..
I'm one of Wendster’s daughters “Squeakers”. Thought I'd stop by and say hi!
But I also MUST add that I love your header. The writing in the dust is cool! I wish I had a lot of dust to do that. =/ lol
How have you been? You are a good woman. I prefer not to buy fundraising food items that need to be cooked. The poor seller has to keep the items frozen, and the buyer needs to be careful as well. Sometimes, when kids try to sell me stuff at school, I offer a donation instead of making a purchase.