I love the beautiful memories that you share Diane:)
Thank you so much, Launna!
Those trees are immense today. I remember the trees in front of the house in town. They are the same age as one of my (female) siblings. They've got to be over 30 feet tall now. I have a picture somewhere of you and I in the back of Dad's pickup and you can see those trees, tiny bushes back then. Time to search for the picture...
Yep. Definitely picture time . . .
There's nothing like being transported back to those golden days by a scent or sound.
Scent or sound. Surely the very strongest of memories!
My growing up years were spent in a rural setting also. I wouldn't have wanted to be raised anywhere else. I can't imagine growing up in a city highrise. But maybe it's what you get used to. I live in a town now and like it. This was a lovely post.
Thank you, Jenny! I so loved being raised in the country. Something I dearly wish for my kids now . . .
What a wonderful memory - and so beautifully written.Keep warm, Kate xhttp://www.kateathome.com/
Thanks so much, Kate!
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