Sunday Memories

On a cold and rainy Sunday morning I am sharing memories

of........

Apple blossoms in springtime

and

the sound of running water trickling over rocks

in the high mountain stream

and

the smell of the sea from a hotel balcony on a warm summer vacation

and

the taste of hot bread fresh from the oven

and

the sweet stickiness of fresh peach juice running down to your elbow

and

the laughter of a grandchild

and

wet kisses from a dirty nose

and maybe most important of all

Family

Blessings from the Holler

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