I remember lilacs...bundles and bundles of them on a gigantic bush in the front of our house. It was a good 15 feet tall and about 10 feet wide and it blossomed profusely every spring. I would go and gather my mother gazillions of them and she would put them in a canning jar and put them on the table. I would sit under the lilac bush and play with my cats and dogs. To this day, when mom is around (she has been gone since 1996) it is her scent that allows me to know she is peaking in.
I also remember gathering dandelions and hawkweed...I just thought hawkweed was the most beautiful flower! And collecting clover buds and making chains of them for head bands and necklaces...
I was such a child of nature..I spent most of my time out of doors, up inside trees or under their branches. My feet were covered in mud and dirt. There is NO better pleasure as a child, on this earth, than to squeeze mud thru your toes!
Firefly jars...caccoons...blue butterflies...lady bug lady bug fly away home..first star out tonight...
oh...I am pining for the days I had when i had so many days....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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