Beautiful Diane....just beautiful.
Thank you so much, Delores!
I feel like I could actually hear the trees. Beautiful words!
Thank you, Jennifer. It's a wondrous sound!
You have some lovely memories. I'd love to live in your head for a few days....
Could you clean and tidy a bit while you're there? Oh, and I lost a roller skate a few years ago. See if it's in there . . .
A great reminder that it's the little things in life that mean the most...
It's certainly precious to me!
That is a lovely memory to have, and it's wonderful that you are able to recall it with the help of the trees along your walking path.Here, we live surrounded by mostly deciduous trees, and you can tell by the sound of the wind in the trees what season it is - it sounds different depending on whether there are small leaves, large leaves, or no leaves on the trees.Those sounds evoke my childhood as well.
Isn't it amazing? How the sweet, gentle sounds evoke the sweet, gentle memories?
Oh that is a sound of a sweet memory. It brought back a sweet one for me. I used to love to lie down under a tree and look at the sky or if at night the stars; such peace in those lovely moments of time. Blessings wished for you!
I can just see it, LeAnn! Thank you for sharing!
Such a beautiful post, Diane. Thanks for sharing your memory with us.
It's my pleasure, Karen. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)
"My trees were speaking to me"what a wonderful way to interpret the ssss!My oldest daughter has cottonwoods on her property and they make a wonderful sound in the breeze too.
I love cottonwoods! Even the name just sounds . . . homey!
You've painted such a pretty picture!
Thank you, Rena! I'm so glad you could witness it! :)
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