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 just love the flowers!
The allergies...not so much!
bye bye April
how is that possible
will you be ringing doorbells and running away after you leave a May basket in the morning?
It will probably be raining or snowing here
it snowed and hailed today (o:
Hello May.
Love your photos of Spring.
I love seeing pink and white dogwoods side by side!
You got some really nice pictures! The white flower (see, that's how I name 'em) is really purty!