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A wild columbine flower in the woods in Jester Park, Iowa, May 18, 2018.

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.

My sister, my Mom, and me in 1967.

Take care and thanks for visiting.

Sarah

10 Responses to About

  1. zirah1 says:

    Delightful! Thanks for a peak inside your life and world and soul.

  2. So lovely, Sarah, for you to share a bit about yourself here. That’s a nice photo of your family and of course your dad who is the photographer! Thanks so much fo your wonderful posts and photos… now we know where you got your talent from. My best to you! 🙂

  3. What a beautiful picture of you and you must have loved that book as much as you love the outdoors. It certainly is important the time we spend together as a family and the places. My parents always took us out on Sundays into the countryside near London. My Dad had a Harley and sidecar for my brother and I. So many stories from our past! Thanks again for your comment and reading my novel. You are indeed an experienced and well read reader.

    • Sarah says:

      Hi Georgina 🙂
      Thanks for visiting and your kindness! I appreciate you taking the time to visit and share your thoughts with me. 🙂 I am hoping your story is published since I enjoyed it as an adult and I know the child I was would have enjoyed it just as much or more. 🙂 Children are happy to let their imaginations soar with the birds and wander with the ground dwelling animals. They make up stories about them themselves. How much fun it is to follow along with the stories from other’s imaginations! 🙂

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