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@artscaping , @gingerw, Happy Sunday!
What's for lunch? At my house, growing up, it would be the best fried chicken you ever put in your mouth. With homemade biscuits, greens, and banana pudding for dessert.
My Mama really showed out on Sundays. My Dad would putter around in his garage. I would hang out with him, do my homework, sit in my mimosa tree and read.
We spent a lot of time outside. In the fall he would rake leaves and burn them. On Sunday night, we would have cheese toast for dinner while we watched the Wonderful World of Disney. I adored that show.
Funny the things you remember as a child.
I hope all of us here take a moment to remember those who made a positive impact in our lives.
Not all memories are so precious. For those we ask for healing. Grace and mercy, strength to grow and overcome.
There is still beauty in this world. If we need more of it in our lives we must make an effort to grasp it. Fight for it. Sit still for it. Embrace it.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Mamacita
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@mamacita Today I am happily playing with fabric in my stash of textiles. rootling through and pulling likely combinations, for lap robes for the infusion center at my cancer clinic. I love colorplay.
Sundays were a big meal in early afternoon, then popcorn or some such later as we watched Ted Mack's Amateur Hour and Wonderful World of Disney. My dad would have spent the day doing some projects around the house, or perhaps some paperwork he brought home from his job.
You're right, the things we recall as a child. And if you have siblings, they recall the same events in a different light, having walked in different shoes.
Today I am playing with colors and watching Mother Nature as she starts her fall color change around here. There is much beauty.
Ginger