Things Remembered

Isn't it funny how little things, like a certain smell or taste, can instantly transport you back to a different time. It happened to me today just outside Mount Airy. The countryside is a little more rural up that way; the sides of the road more natural and not so neatly clipped.

A certain weed, with round lacy white flowers that look like doilies, had escaped the mowers. I hadn't seen it for years. I don't know it's name, but it used to grow all over the fields around where I was raised. And for just a moment, I was walking barefoot in that familiar field picking wild flowers.

Of course the next moment, I was digging burrs from my feet.

Status: Unchanged. Traveling