Aromas of childhood

We had rain over the weekend; lots of rain for the mountains. We live in the middle of a pine forest and for two days the aroma in the air has been of wet pine trees. When I was a little girl, my Texas family would spend summers at my grandmother's in the pines of North Carolina. 

And so today I walked out on my deck and was suddenly 5, surrounded by aunts, uncles and cousins; playing with my mother in the sandy yard of the cabin; racing down the dusty road; walking barefoot with my uncle to his garden; carefree and happy, surrounded by the love of an extraordinary family -- all because of the aroma of the wet pines and the memories that evokes. Delightful ~ blessings