There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
It's funny the things we remember from our childhood days. Memories from my childhood are scarce and cloudy at best. Many things I just choose to forget. But then there are those memories that are triggered by something that I see or smell that conjure up days from long gone by. Layers unearthed from a life lived. Flowers have always brought back memories of my days of youth. I vividly remember the first time I plucked a pretty purple Pansy from someone's yard. I remember thinking how incredibly beauitful that tiny bud of color was. Hydrangea flowers have always triggerd sweet memories for me. I remember a white cottage house with a picket fence covered with huge blossoms of Hydrangea. A sweet old lady tended that cottage garden. She always gifted me with a stem or two! I remember being mesmerized by the beauty of that cottage home and dreaming of having an enchanted place just like it with a garden fenced with those beautiful flowers that are so deep rooted in my memory!
Sweet memories of childhood. Do you have one?
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