Monday, June 8, 2009
When I close my eyes and take a deep breath of these flower's sweet fragrance I am instantly transported to a time when I used butter as lip gloss (I know, stoopid kid, eh?), hadn't a worry in the world, and the best sound I could hear was my grandma yelling from the kitchen's door "Bread and jam are ready! Come eat!" Bread and jam were homemade of coursy.