Monday, June 30, 2008
Whether it is the time of year or the season in my life I feel a satisfying fulfillment indulging in sentimental journeys.
I’m not referring to the passion I have for antiques from centuries gone by, but to the fond memories of childhood. The good olde days of years long past.
I buy my organic milk in glass bottles that I walk to purchase from the neighbourhood health food store. The empties are redeemed for chocolate milk (that is to die for) and non-homogenized where the cream clots and floats to the top (When I was a child it was called cream-top and my mother would scoop it off and pour it on our oatmeal.) It works wonders in a cup of organic free –trade coffee.
I find pleasure in planting seeds and watching them grow into luscious ripe tomatoes, later to be made into thick chunky sauce. Just like the little patch, long ago outside my grandfather’s kitchen door, the fruits that the garden yields still amaze me.
Eating ice cream, riding the Merry-go-round, or weaving daisy chains, are all simple past times that cost little and bring the greatest pleasure.
So you’ll forgive me as I seek out a shady spot in the hammock, a rocker on the porch, or stroll along the boardwalk at the lake and spend the next little while enjoying this season we call summer and embarking on my sentimental journeys.
Will you share your journeys too?
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Monday, June 30, 2008