Things I love and also things I miss that I loved....
Sadly most of my 'things I love and miss' are from long ago childhood memories from back home. Nothing to love about Texas or life here. So here's my little list.....
-When perfect strangers ask you a question about something in the aisle at the grocery store, then you strike up a conversation with them and feel like you've known them for years. (actually happens here in my local grocery stores in Texas!!)
-Love the smell of a food that takes you right back to your childhood when your mom made one of your favorite meals. Doesn't happen often, but it's a nice warm feeling when it does. I really miss my mom and it brings me back to happy times. Doesn't even have to be food. My dad was an avid carpenter and loved to build things. I was his little shadow and always spent time with him by his workbench to collect wood shavings and also going to the lumbar yard with him. Now when I smell fresh cut wood or wood shavings, I remember those times with my dad and how much I miss that too.
-The smell of the damp dirt right after it rains or when you have the sprinklers on in the yard.
-The smell of freshly mowed grass or hay. Grass has kind of that sharp bright smell. Hay has an almost 'off' smell bordering on funk, but reminds me of horseback riding and the stables, and also my 2 brothers who had farms and I smelled this during mowing season.
-I loved the smell of burning leaves in the fall back home in Illinois. We had huge trees around the yard when I was a kid and then at the house where we lived when my kids were a bit older. We'd rake huge piles of leaves and when we were done jumping in them and having leaf fights, we'd rake them out to the curb and light them on fire. First you smelled that thick smoke, then the leaves when they started to burn. It's a smell you never forget no matter how long it's been. They've had burn bans since about 1980 or so, but before that we always burned them. All the neighbors did too. All up and down the street you could see the smoke and smell that smell.
-I loved the sound that my ice skates made when gliding across the ice. Kind of a sharp scratchy sound....hard to describe. But it was distinct to skating. The feel of the icy cold air making your cheeks red and your toes go numb. then the wonderful feeling of sticking the toes of your skates close to the blazing fire in the little wood stove at the rink where we'd warm our toes just enough to feel them again and then head back out to the ice. Same goes for cross country skiing. Local public golf courses back home would let you ski there once there was a good base with some powder. And the sound of nothing but your skis swooshing through the snow and the complete silence all around you made you feel like you were in the middle of nowhere.
Ok that's it for me.
Sadly most of my 'things I love and miss' are from long ago childhood memories from back home. Nothing to love about Texas or life here. So here's my little list.....-When perfect strangers ask you a question about something in the aisle at the grocery store, then you strike up a conversation with them and feel like you've known them for years. (actually happens here in my local grocery stores in Texas!!)
-Love the smell of a food that takes you right back to your childhood when your mom made one of your favorite meals. Doesn't happen often, but it's a nice warm feeling when it does. I really miss my mom and it brings me back to happy times. Doesn't even have to be food. My dad was an avid carpenter and loved to build things. I was his little shadow and always spent time with him by his workbench to collect wood shavings and also going to the lumbar yard with him. Now when I smell fresh cut wood or wood shavings, I remember those times with my dad and how much I miss that too.
-The smell of the damp dirt right after it rains or when you have the sprinklers on in the yard.
-The smell of freshly mowed grass or hay. Grass has kind of that sharp bright smell. Hay has an almost 'off' smell bordering on funk, but reminds me of horseback riding and the stables, and also my 2 brothers who had farms and I smelled this during mowing season.
-I loved the smell of burning leaves in the fall back home in Illinois. We had huge trees around the yard when I was a kid and then at the house where we lived when my kids were a bit older. We'd rake huge piles of leaves and when we were done jumping in them and having leaf fights, we'd rake them out to the curb and light them on fire. First you smelled that thick smoke, then the leaves when they started to burn. It's a smell you never forget no matter how long it's been. They've had burn bans since about 1980 or so, but before that we always burned them. All the neighbors did too. All up and down the street you could see the smoke and smell that smell.
-I loved the sound that my ice skates made when gliding across the ice. Kind of a sharp scratchy sound....hard to describe. But it was distinct to skating. The feel of the icy cold air making your cheeks red and your toes go numb. then the wonderful feeling of sticking the toes of your skates close to the blazing fire in the little wood stove at the rink where we'd warm our toes just enough to feel them again and then head back out to the ice. Same goes for cross country skiing. Local public golf courses back home would let you ski there once there was a good base with some powder. And the sound of nothing but your skis swooshing through the snow and the complete silence all around you made you feel like you were in the middle of nowhere.
Ok that's it for me.
