This time of year has an essence to it that brings to mind special memories from days gone by...
Touch football and Kick the Can, picking mushrooms with my dad, raking leaves into piles of fun, what a joyful time we had.
Loaves of homemade cinnamon bread, rising in their pans. Carmel apples and popcorn balls, the best we ever tasted, with seven kid and lots of neighbors, nothing was ever wasted.
Grown up now, with children of my own, making lot and lots of memories for us to behold. Treasure hunts in the woods with brown paper bags, to hold all the plunder that was to be had; acorns, pine cones, maple leaves, and just for good measure, salamanders that were, extra good treasure .
Scouting with daddy the best place to hunt, roasting hot dogs on sticks, and learning deer grunts.
Our annual visit to the Apple Orchard for some doughnuts and cider, hay rides for picking out pumpkins to carve, and purchasing black plastic spiders.
Hikes on Snake Island and long Sunday drives, hard salami and crackers, dill pickles to buy. Road trips for ice cream and visiting friends, bicycle rides on trails with no end. Geese flying south and wine for the cellar, fall is a banquet of fiery color.
River of Time, Root-beer and campfires, Scottish in kilts and roasts on the fire. Abraham Lincoln speaks the Gettysburg address, Kettle Corn and Sassafras, perfume and fancy dress. Spinners, Sweet Annie, dulcimers and hymns, the smell of the river flowing within.
Marching Band and football, Pom poms and dances, parades and pictures and memories to last us. A September wedding on a beautiful day, two became one and sweet memories were made. An October Bridal Shower caused my heart to flip flop, our daughter however, was over the top.
Our children are gone and have long moved away, but the memories we have are with us today. My love and I have begun anew, learning those things that we like to do. So as my memories appear on a breeze, I will savor them thankfully and always believe, that with each year as new memories are made, they will join with the others in my own sweet bouquet.
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