danajohnhill.org | Hard Times Come Again No More

I was just outside watering the flowers in front of the house when the cool breeze and sunlight shining through the oak trees mixed with the sound of bluejays, and made me feel for a moment as though I were back at the site of my most sacred childhood memories–my grandparents’ old house in Dade City–on an Easter Sunday.

How is it that our memories make us feel at once so young and so old?

Filed under: Garden, Nostalgia, Special Occasions on September 28th, 2008