“Snap the Whip,”1872, Winslow Homer. Image from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store
Memories…how rich they make us even though money has nothing to do with them; they are part of us and can never be taken away.
There is something about this time of year, the rustling of the leaves when the wind weaves its autumn melody between them. The heartwarming smells of hearty soups or rich, hot chocolate wafting through the air on a crisp and chilly evening. These are the types of images that remind me of a time long ago. They cause me to want to take a glimpse into my childhood memories. The place where the foundation of my life is rooted and that has enriched so many of my days.
“Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons” (Author Unknown)