Looking back on the joys of childhood, the
precious summer days, carefree and easy. Not a care
in the world, going to bed at night smiling and greeting
the new day with a happier smile.

Father had gone to work well before my waking time,
Mum would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast for
her children. The curtains at the open windows
would be billowing with the light summer breezes.
The old window fan whirred in the upstairs room that I shared
with my sisters. The memory of that old fan is with me today.

How well I remember my favourite summer dress.
Pure white, with a smattering of seashells here and about.
Always barefoot, I'd leave the house and run out into the
dew covered, soft grasses of the yard and twirl around in
that same dress, watching as it 'belled' out around me as
I spun in circles, dizzying myself completely.

The lovely field behind the house was beckoning to me.
Calling to Mum that I'd be out by the grand poplar tree,
the gate was opened and the young lass ran out into the
many joys awaiting her.

First, always, was the poplar tree. Towering above me,
the leaves of this tree made a silvery sound when the
zephyr winds caressed them. Lying down beneath its
canopy, I could watch the puffy clouds float away against
the deep azure sky.
The caroling of the birds in the distance created a sweet
symphony. Butterflies in their many colours, added to the
glorious day.

Getting up from my nest beneath the poplar, I'd walk to the
clover patches and pick a boquet. Inhaling the scent
of the wildflowers I would look around to see what else the
day offered.

Looking again at the flowers in my hand, I decided to make
a chain of clover. Finding my way back to the poplar, I tied
the bendy stems together into a long necklace. Extra
clover blossoms went into my hair and between my toes.
Feeling positively regal, I walked about the field
as if I owned the day.

And I did.

The Seasons

Autumn

Winter

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