Going to Grandmother's was always so special. The tree filled hill behind her house, the chickens, the holly hocks, anise plants, zinnias and roses, the smell of her pipe and apple pie, the strange and unusual toys in the basement...such fond memories.
Lovely! As a Grandma I hope that's how the family feels even if the appearance is more subdued. It's the thoughts and emotions that make the memory, right? (at least to an extent)
Posted by: Niki Glanz | October 15, 2010 at 06:46 AM
OMG this is stunning.
Posted by: Anna S. | October 14, 2010 at 05:37 PM