As the days grow shorter the mind runs to things in the past. Never mind why, it just does. Things like a first grade photo, a child at play, summer sunburns and other things of youth. Reading the blogs of the CDHK group brings other thoughts flooding to mind. The sound of crunching leaves on the backyard walkway. The color of the sun on the landscape. Morning strolls in the garden. The relief of a slight chill in the air. The love of parents, aunts and uncles, all passed from this earth.
© petra domina
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on