Have you forgotten, she wonders,
her voice a gentle whisper in the quiet of my mind,
the sweet scented lilacs, the soft violet petals,
the rough and broken bark,
scrambling up to the branch small hands holding on tight.
I wanted a place where I could share the beauty that I see. This is it.
I have good memories of the hikes we went on as a family when I was young. Below is a photo my Dad took of my Sister, my Mom, and me in 1967. I don’t know why I was reading a book. I love reading, but I think the scenery must have been more captivating than the book. I remember waking up to the scent of fresh air and pine. This might be why I open my kitchen window first thing in the morning and why the scent of pine makes me smile.
Take care and thanks for visiting.