Memories of Spring

I awake to sunshine streaming thru my window in the upstairs bedroom of my childhood. I have left the window slightly open to catch the cool night breeze; now it plays softly across tinkling glass windchimes, a treasured gift from my father.

The windows, facing to the East and North, are framed by long sheer white curtains with scalloped edges and are adorned with hand-painted pastel roses, looking as much like graceful swirls as they do flowers. I fell in love with them when I first saw them! 

The walls of my room have been painted light aqua at my choosing, aqua was my favorite color in those years - though I have no idea why or where I first saw it.  The room has an odd L-shape with sections of the ceiling angling up gracefully like a slanted canopy over my head. I lay in bed smiling as I listen to the sound of squirrels scampering across the roof above me as they leap from nearby tree branches.

I rise slowly, standing by the window to take in the fresh springtime air, trees forming new bright green leaves compliment the carpet of new grass growing beneath them. Glancing down, I see my mother's narrow garden of tulips beneath my window, their lovely lavender and yellow cupped blossoms reaching open to the sun.

It's a good day to be alive in my childhood - no stress, no worries, no job to be done... how I wish grown-up life remained always that simple and sweet!


  1. I love to revisit sweet childhood memories such as these =)

    1. I don't do it often L, but every now and then a memory photograph flashes in my mind and recalls life the way it used to be. Gotta savor them when they come along. It makes up for all the dark memories stored in the attic.

  2. Wouldn't it be nice if grown-up life did stay that? Still, it's nice to remember. I have lots of memories of tulips too. My aunts used to grow them. They are a symbol of happiness for me!


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