childhood memories


narrow country highways

the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many cats, kittens and dogs he always had at least one…

just a girl

childhood memories

Morning dewdrops on the grass remind me of being a child the made the lawn look white picket fence perfect the cool wetness on my feet I don’t remember why I would visit the dewdrops in the morning but they…