A bowl of tomatoes – nothing extraordinary about that. Except that it’s her bowl. And momentarily I’m taken back to the modest brick house in the next town where he coaxed plump better boys from the earth to her table and she filled the bowl with fruit salad and memories year upon year. And if I lean into the memory just a bit, I can smell the bacon frying and hear the mixer whirring and the pendulum on the handmade clock counting the time as we grew…taste the crumbling top of her pound cake and smell the sweetness of the wood shop. And today I miss them and feel their presence, all in a rush.
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Exploring the world with a curious adventurer underfoot and camera in hand. These words are tapped out in the remnant hours between catching crickets and catching up.
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m a y * g u e s t s
Some very creative people have dropped in this month to introduce themselves. You might discover a new favorite read, or better yet, a new friend! Clover
Crafts From the Cwtch
Amy
Great Balancing Act
Kids & Eggs
Pumpkin Pie Baby
The Making Life
The Habit of Being
Pumpkin Sunrise
Wonderfully Crazy
Green Mittens
Wife, "Mom", Knitter
The Sleepytime Gal
Dreamer
Plain and Joyful Living
Dilly Dali Art
Stitch & Purl
Michelle's Charm World
All Natural Me
My Montessori Moments
Out & About
Eco Friendly Homemaking
Let the Children Play
Indie Sprout
Goat Notes
Bugs, Knights, and Turkeys in the Yard
Oh, this is lovely and conjures up such tactile memories.
Oh, thank you, Betsy. And thank you for dropping in! Nice to meet you.
We all have those special memories ~ yours is so well written that I feel like I was there! Thanks!
Thank you for the kind words.
such sweet works. and how i LOVE the new look. bigger photos and your new header. it looks really great.
Thank you so much!
Beautifully remembered and written. I can smell the bacon myself!
Peace, Angela
I’m so glad!
What a sweet bowl!
Thanks, Teresa.