There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
~Elizabeth Lawrence
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Do you remember blowing wishes?
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
~Elizabeth Lawrence
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Oh...yes...how well I remember those days!! Brings back the memories!! Thanks!!
Sending me to bed with this gentle memory blowing about in my head. I hope to dream of those carefree days. Thanks, Kate, for this special image and poem...evoking fond memories!
Oh, yes... I blew a few hundred of those when I was a child... and occasionally still do now.
Thank you, Kate.
Helen
Beautiful shot. I like the comp & processing.
Ahhhh, the memories.
Lovely photo. I remember all to well blowing wishes as a child, blowing wishes with my children and still sneaking a blown wish now and then!
Absolutely! And also catching fireflies, listening to the spring peepers and putting buttercups under our chins... thanks for the sweet memories! :)
yes, fond childhood memories, love the quote
Yes, I remember, too. And, "he loves me, he loves me not...". My sisters and I took that quite seriously.
Beautiful quote!
I get to re-live it with my daughters-- they love these things! We went on a walk the other day looking for these specifically.
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