The lighter wood was sitting in a neat beautiful bucket by uncle Johnnys fireplace with the delightful smell.... Noticing they might think I am nuts I could not help but pick up the lighter wood as an addiction to the captivating odor.... The fire was glowing with a warmth that reminder me of a simpler time.... It has a streak of beautiful magic with orange tangerine color but I could not resist and pick up the lighter wood again.... It was late afternoon with the cool wind blowing but the yard reminded me of a southern yard with glimpses that I needed to come back when the sun was out... Daddy brother reminded me of my younger days as I reflected with a sweet conversation of yesterday years.. My Aunt Elizabeth who was good to me and my family.... Thinking I wish I had her garden skills because of the magical feel of it.... But then the addiction set in again and dog gone it... I had to move by the lighter wood in the special chair... Gracious... Precious Lord hold my hand .... Memories exploded ... 1950s Deep South .....Improve Road...
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 01:23:50 +0000
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