Sharing Sweet Memories

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?

 

 

 

 

 

(Texture by Kim Klassen)

 Thank you for the kind comments that are always left my way.  I can't tell you how much I appreciate them.  Have a beautiful day.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[barbara jean]

Lorraine,
Such a lovely post. Thank you for sharing it.

Re your comment about the flower nest tutorial, you are most welcome. Please be sure to let me know if you make one. I want to show my friends. =)

blessings
barbara jean

[anita rivera]

OH SWEET LORRAINE! Thank you for visiting me tonight! AND DO SHOW YOUR PAPER BIRD WHEN YOU ARE DONE?????? They are my passion. I am working on another one when I get time. This time I will make a very, very special one, but I need to find just the right supplies. HAVE A WONDERFUL EVENING! Anita

[chrissy]

lorraine dear...
your photos are INCREDIBLE. i can.t wait to be in utah and sitting right next to you for a full tutorial. i really need it. i just can.t do it on my own.
i have SO many wonderful memories of my youth...
one that i shared with my children recently was that my mom didn.t want me to be afraid of rain and thunder, so whenever there was a storm...even if i was in bed already...she would gather me up in a blanket and we would go out on the back balcony and watch over the salt lake valley as the lightning struck and the clouds talked to one another. i always felt safe there with her and to this day i LOVE rain storms.
i love you lorraine.
xo
c

[Carolyn Green]

Dear Lorraine,

Oh what a delightful post and the happy memories you recall of the sweet flowers.
My early memories are of my Mothers beautiful roses. Walking out the front door, the fragrance was divine. Always a lovely back drop for taking photographs beside too.

Have a happy weekend
Hugs
Carolyn

[Zita - Mlle Magpie]

Love childhood garden memories. My Mom always had a climbing rose and I remember when I was very young, the beautiful roses and my mother's beautiful face beside the roses... p.s. your photos are gorgeous, Lorraine!

[Cherie Wilson]

mmmmm pansies, hydrangeas........ I think of my childhood safe and nurturing spot often, and thanks for asking. A little patch of woods in town. Dead end city street. Making a little home out of junk boards, a table....a stump chair and of course dishes and pretend just about everything. Under the soft green leaves, I was in paradise on Earth. So much about that place I look back on and see God's hand in. Have a beautiful day sweet girl!! XO

[lilylovekin]

I thought I was alone in my trouble with remembering childhood memories. You are lucky that your few are of lovely flowers.

[Jillayne]

What a lovely post! I think many have had childhoods like that - I know I did. But I don't resent it; I am who I am because of it and I suppose that's the tradeoff.
My memory is of sweet peas in my Grandmother's garden. We lived with my grandparents off and on during my first six years and they were wonderful happy times. Sweet peas grew well in the Yukon and I was always allowed to go pick my favourites to make up a pretty bouquet.
A few years back while living in Calgary temporarily for work I was out walking one night, missing my garden, when I came upon a house with a high weathered fence. All along the outside of the fence was a row of beautiful sweet peas with a pair of scissors dangling from a convenient nail. The homeowner had planted this bed of beauties to share and I thought it was the most wonderful thing I have ever seen.

[susan]

wow! you are becoming quite the expert! your photo and the texture are wonderful!! hope all is well with you!! susan

[kristin]

Beautiful flowers for the beautiful heart you have miss Lorraine.
Memories like these make me happy. So today thank you for helping me think on all things good. You are awesome always to me.
I hope all is well. Love you my blog friend.

[Privet and Holly]

Goodness sweetie,
you've been BUSY
and your busy is
so very pretty!!
My first garden
memory is the smell
of honeysuckle : )
Really, a garden is
about all of the
senses, but it's this
scent that I remember
the most. Love your
gorgeous texturized
flower photos!
xx Suzanne

[koralee]

So many childhood memories with flowers...my grandma's lawn was covered in those little purple violets....your photos are soooo lovely. xxo hugs

[Whosyergurl]

My memories of flowers and YES, PANSIES was that my Grandma always said "pick them, pick them!" and I could pick all I wanted and never got into trouble and we would take them in and put them into water. I can't wait to do that with my grandchildren! xo, Cheryl

[My Blessed Serendipity Life]

Such beautiful images. Isn't it amazing what triggers our BEST memories?

Danielle

[Ellen]

I have wonderful memories that seem to tie in with the beach or the cottages near by and the glorious blooms. My Mom n' grandmother also had beautiful gardens. I love this post; it reminds me of wonderful moments, skipping to the shore. Thanks for stopping by my blog and your kind words~ This was a beautiful post and your photos are stunning!

I have something for you on my blog! YOU don't have to pass it on or do anything...but I thought of you and wanted you to know! Thanks for all the inspiration; I so want to take a photo class. I love your pics~

[Polly Wood]

such beautiful photos today (as always)! i remember as a little girl in new york making may day baskets of flowers to leave on people's doors. we would hang our homemade bouquets, ring their bell, and run away! it was so much fun! as was popping the tar bubbles in our street!

[sarah]

In a rush, so all I can say is ... beautiful! :-)

[anita rivera]

Dearest Lorraine, THANK YOU for coming to visit my post yesterday! We celebrated all weekend long and every year is so memorable. Ahhhh...a childhood memory. I have many. And the things that trigger them range from sights and sounds, smells and even TEXTURES. We have just added two new wonderful rooms to our home and the texture of the plaster that they applied to the walls is the old "California" texture, where the walls have a bumpy look and feel, like that of the old vintage California cottages. When I sit to look at the rooms, the walls speak memories of my childhood home and that of relatives. The feelings arise and it is remarkable how time goes back for a moment.

Wooo.....gotta come back to the present now! ENJOY YOUR WEEK DEAREST! Anita