Past times

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.

Pink house photo taken in Logan UT, June 2007