Sit down on your front porch. Close your eyes. Take deep breath. On my porch growing up I would smell honey suckle and lilac bushes. Dad hung a swing there, you would find me in it. I loved to listen to the leaves rustling in the breeze. When it was a vigorous breeze I would imagine that the sound of the leaves, were really giant waves crashing on a sandy beach. It was easier to imagine this in the evening with the moon light. Remembering Yester Day, is my purpose for this blog spot. Enjoying things from Times Past.