Yesterday morning I stepped outside and was transported back to early southern mornings when I was a child.
Suddenly I was ten years old again and could feel my grandparents' home around me.
It was eighty degrees and already just a wee bit sultry.
The birds were singing and the cicadas were waking up.
I felt like nature was serenading me.
At the back of my mind, I could hear my grandmother's voice telling me to come inside where there were fresh pastries from the local bakery waiting for me.
Is it possible to carry the memory of that taste so many years later?
A few weeks ago Tessa and I were snuggled on the couch where she was reading to me.
Don't you love how roles get reversed as children grow up?
When we heard a tapping and looked over at the window next to us we saw a rather large hummingbird watching us.
It persisted for the longest time, and oh how I could feel Katy's presence letting us know she was watching us from heaven.
Reading to Cary's children was always such a special time for her.
Speaking of reading, I have been doing a lot of it lately.
Last week I read two books by Kristen Hannah: The Four Winds and Firefly Lane.
I enjoyed them so much that I now have three more of her books in my to-be-read stack.
I also read The Porcelain Moon by critically acclaimed author Janie Chang.
The read sounds really good. Glad you had that time to snuggle with Tessa and OMG the hummingbird was so Katy letting you. know she is ok and at peace. What a gift that was for you. Happy Friday. Hugs. Kris
ReplyDeleteSummer is my favorite time of the year and I have all those same kind of lovely memories of sultry mornings with the cicadas and humidity and the salty air from the beach hovering in the air and my mom in the kitchen...oh to go back for even a moment...
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