I recently attended a family reunion at my mom and dad’s rustic cabin at the end of a country dirt road in south Georgia. They live in town but have a cabin and pond out on the land adjoining the land we used to live on. You can read about that here.
This year my sister, Melinda, ( from Colorado) and I spent the week following the reunion with mom and dad. It was just the four of us and we had the best time. Melinda and I shared our old bedroom and always stayed up way too late reminiscing, laughing and even crying a few tears of happiness. One night my mom said that she got up to go to the bathroom and heard us talking and giggling around 2 am. It took her back to our teen years, as well.
Mom cooked our favorite meals, even while we protested mildly because we are gracious southern belles and you know we always use good manners, all the while hoping and praying that mom wasn’t listening to a word we said! And she didn’t.
It’s always a nostalgic walk down memory lane every time I enter the city limits of my hometown. The years fade away and for a little while I become that girl I used to be. The air even smells sweeter there and good memories, like the smell of honeysuckle, assault my senses and take me way back . . .
As I was helping my parents set up the tables and chairs at the cabin the day before the reunion (trust me, they had it well under control and at age 80 can outwork any 30 year old) I decided to wander around the property taking pictures. Yes, I was watching for rattle snakes, mom! I enjoyed my nature walk and hope you do, as well. I even captured a pic of poke berries. My sister and I used to paint our nails with them when we were little girls. Who says you can’t go home again?
I’m singing Midnight Train to Georgia while I upload the pictures. I think you should join in on the singing as you take this walk with me! So, here’s the link!