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 hope you're having them tell you tons of stories...they are living history! (You can tell I'm a history buff!) ;)
Hugs and blessings,
but that? that is a lost opportunity.
get that camera back in operation!!
Whew, with those genes, you have many years of blogging left! ;)
How I crave my friendships. You have been and will forever remain a treasured blog friend.
Well ... you always look good.
And wonderful lunch that would be! Plenty of good stories, I imagine.