nteresting how certain scents can bring back memories of the past.
My grandmother had roses planted beside her house – about 30 of them. She always said roses are like children, it’s no harder to take care of many than it is to take care of one so why not have lots of them. (This coming from a woman who raised 3 boys of her own and 2 grandchildren meant a lot)
Monthly Archives: July 2009
Roses and Mint and other stirring scents…
Summers at the Beach
Every summer of my youth (between two and twelve) my mama and I spent nearly all of our time at the beach. Virginia Beach. I have wonderful memories and some not so wonderful memories of those times.
Beautiful Boy…
So, being motivated and touched by my mothers journal entries I decided to write something of my own for my son to someday read. Here is my first attempt to write something I hope will touch his heart the way my mothers journal entries have touched mine.
Okay, here is one more from my mothers journal…
Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, Never to part baby of mine. Little one when you play, Don’t you mind what they say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, Never a tear, baby of mine. If they knew all about you, They’d end up...