The Blue Ridge Mountains in the Fall of 82

Sitting in our porch swing with my boys when they were little

Watching a meteor shower from the hood of the car on a summer night

Going for snow-walks at midnight before anybody else has left footprints

Being young and strong enough to water ski on beautiful Smith Mountain Lake

The first time I held my babies

The smell of pine pitch on old railroad ties along the trail at Battlefield Park in summers heat

The taste of orange blossom honey

The sound of the swollen creek through grandma’s window as I fall asleep

The gurruuump of bullfrogs on the pond

The sound of my boys as toddlers, playing and laughing together

Stopping on a busy highway interchange to sit among a bank of daffodils as I watch the traffic whizzing by

Giggling with my cousins

Giant fluffy white clouds against Scotland’s blue sky

Celtic flutes and harps

Music boxes

Wind chimes

The sound of the ocean and seagulls in the morning

A lonesome faraway train whistle

Purple Morning Glories and gold tortoise beetles

The fragrance of daffodils and hyacinth and honeysuckle and jasmine

Cooking with fresh herbs

The smell of an orange at Christmas

Dozing off to the sound of the clothes dryer

Stained glass

Running 5 miles

Dancing

Singing  in harmony with family

Piano music

Warm, caressing breezes

Fresh picked apples

My aunt Gwen’s Bread and Butter Pickles

Mama’s Macaroni Salad

Laughing together as a family

Hymns echoing in a one-room church-house

Seeing loved ones lost to death, alive and well again in my dreams

The fragrance of Gardenias

Looking at old photos

A letter from a friend

A satisfying and fulfilling day’s work

Sheets fresh off the clothes line

Kittens playing

Easter dresses and patent leather shoes

Road trips

The playing of taps and the red white and blue flying high

Fourth of July Fireworks

Food at the State Fair

The first “barefoot day” of summer

Walking in the rain in Quebec

Swimming laps for an hour or more, my mind a complete blank

Wave runners and four-wheelers at full throttle

Big Band Swing

Sarasota Botanical Gardens and my sketchbook

Natural Bridge

Popcorn and fudge and charades

Hubby’s Hugs

Walking with Jesus

And some day soon, the sound of the shofar and the sight of my savior’s face!