Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go…
That old familiar song, “Over The River And Through The Woods”, popped into my head while I was out walking our dog the other day. I don’t know why I thought of a wintry song, when we have had some of the hottest days of the year so far. Perhaps I was trying to cool off subliminally. The thick summer air, the intermingling fragrances of evergreen trees, dry grass and honeysuckle, all reminded me of the summers my sister and I spent at our grandmother’s house. Being bathed in the heat and these heavy natural scents all caused me to smile and led me down the proverbial memory lane.
“The song may be out of season, but my memories of the summers spent with my grandmother never are…” Continue reading