Pam In China

Every now and then, I'll spot something that reminds me of days gone by. Last week, it was the holihocks in the field at our school. I love these flowers. They're not my favorite but the memories are sweet. My grandmother used to plant them on the edge of her vegetable garden. She'd have a row or two of flowers. She lived deep in the mountains of NC.

Then, my mom had a few planted along the back of the house in VA. After dinner, my dad would go out and sit in the porch swing and say..."When you get through, come on out".

This order was directed at me to join them outside after I finished the dishes. I would and we'd talk about literally everything.

A few years later my dad invested in raising dogs. He had the pens too close to the house. No more summer evenings outside, the smell was just too strong of dog poo. I run into that same smell often around here here too. hehehe!!! Every time you walk out the door or come inside the house for that matter. Our sewer system here isn't always up to par.

****Disclaimer, I know I probably spelled holihocks wrong.....