A green bucket of zinnias from my Mother’s garden
sat on the yellow kitchen table this summer.
Memories filled my mind, and no words seem to come forth…yet a strong colorful sensation of love.
What reminds you of your childhood home?
Colors of a Lifetime
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40 responses to “Colors of a Lifetime”
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Thank you for sharing your heart, colorful and beautiful…Nel
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Sunlight through the windows: the sun-lit square on the floor and the rays of light with the specks (?) of dust dancing!
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the sea… shells… islanders singing hymns in harmony… hibiscus flowers…
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Lovely flowers, bowl and sentiment.
Turning on the heat for the first time in the winter always reminds me of the joy of coming home from school on that first day that it was cold enough for mom to have turned the heat on.
Also the smell of pinto beans cooking reminds me of a particular cozy day when I had driven my mother batty and she sat me in a chair and made me stay there while she ironed clothes. 🙂
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I miss my Mom so much everyday but she sends me rainbows from Heaven daily and I feel her love on a greater level.
Treasure your darling Mother.
When they are gone the world is just not the same.
Thanks for adding so much colour and love to my world.
You are a beautiful flower in my friendship garden.
Love Jeanne ^j^ -
Running barefoot through the soft grass and eating rasberries right off the bushes in the backyard.
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Weeping willows remind me of home.
We used to climb on a branch and hold on for dear life while someone clung to the branches which hung to the ground and he or she would jump up and down, shaking the limb while he or she caught a ride with their feet up in the air.
Other times I would just climb my way to the tippy top or simply sit underneath hidden from everything but my imagination. -
The first thought that came to my mind was eating Cracker Jack while my mother was ironing — please don’t ask why that memory is so strong but to this day I still love Cracker Jack.
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The aroma of wholemeal bread baking in the oven.
Eating the pea PODS when my Ma shelled peas!
Listening to my Pa read to us every night.
Roast lamb on Sunday.
The oily smell of the garage.
Lying on the lawn and looking up through the pear trees to the blue sky.
Painting my bedroom deep fuchia pink. -
I have memories of my mother cleaning the house from top to bottom on Christmas Eve. My job was to polish the silver rose bowl she had and the smell of the polish clung to my skin. My mother tied a huge bow in her hair and laughed as she hung the curtains. She was (and is) beautiful. Lump in my throat getting larger as I type…
Thank you for asking that simple question. I now feel inspired again. -
A lovely image to start my
day!Too many memories I’ll just sit here quietly and reflect. -
The scent of mimosa as my mom and I strolled by the seashore.
Annabelle=^..^= xo -
Old-fashioned pink roses (there was a huge rose bush by our back porch steps) and the smell of cookies baking.
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Vegetables, and fried everything!! Beautiful Zinnias!!
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rough gravel driveways, blooming wisteria, visits with eccentric nature lovers, Longwood Gardens.
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Those colors do look like California. How very beautiful.
What most reminds me of home? I think probably blackberries. And pomegranates taste like blackberries, so they remind me of home, too, even though I never ate them until a year ago.
And chikory flowers. -
* meatloaf and escalloped potatoes
* windows opened to create a cross-breeze
* farmers in the fields
so many things…thanks for bringing back those memories -
Sunday lunch
Gingham checked curtains
Shiny linoleum
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Picnics by the river with my grandparents,picking wild blackberries at the end of the summer holidays,
going for bicycle rides down country lanes with my sister,netting fish from a stream with the brothers who lived next door,the scent of orange blossom that grew ouside the kitchen window,visiting bookshops with my father on Saturday afternoons…thanks Corey..for making me think, and taking me back to a happy childhood.xx -
This time of year it would be toasted pumpkin seeds and cranberry bread and cheddar cheese on crackers and a spot of tea. I guess my memories are a bit food-based!
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Miam Miam!
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A chiming clock at my mom’s house (was stolen in a home robbery)
The sound of a passing train
The smell of cooking, sauted onions, pinto beans, chocolate cake
The wonderful smell of manure mixed with dirt in an arena, hay, sweaty horses
Mom’s perfume, Joy.
My grandmother’s gardenias.
Cigarettes.
Driving on a country road at night and coming to a dip in the road, a low-lying bog, the change of the hot summer night to a cool breeze and the smell of decaying vegetation.
Swamp coolers, the sound and smell, in the summer at my grandmother’s house.
Baking weeds in a Texas sun in horse pastures. -
i love the way the light is shining on these flowers…simply beautiful…
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ripe tomatoes, real tomatoes, which are so rare. Most I buy have no taste, especially not that warm sunny slightly acid tang of tomatoes from Kentucky decades ago.
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Oh Corey,
I just arrived after a long absence to be greated by a wonderful bucket of colourful flowers and an even more beautiful blog.
Childhood memories:
beeswax scent on the wooden floor
carefree days
my mum hanging white washing out on a bright blue day while I sang next to her
picking sea shells at low tide
believing in father christmas
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The scent of things – springtime violets and lily of the valley, pink fairy roses that bloom on the 4th of July, dry, crackling leaves in autumn, the first snow of winter, a Sunday roast. The sound of things – laughter, brook water tumbling over stones, a shutter banging in the wind, the bong of the mantel clock. The sight of things – a screened porch, sheer curtains that hang like bridal veils at the windows, Mama’s old green china teapot. The taste of things – chocolate pie, lemon pudding, wild clover, elderberries, fresh milk, lace cookies…such lovely memories you’ve evoked with your mother’s flowers and your question!
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Oh what a beautiful photo. The bucket is perfect. Your mother is a marvel.
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Cars and trains remind me of my childhood homes. We moved so much that nowhere felt like home for very long.
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Corey, your romantic side is worn so beautifully on your sleeve! Yes, this photo is pure warm comfort and security! I hope your family is doing well, I know you said there were medical problems. It must be hard being so far away from them. Lovely post as always. Linda:-D
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haaaaaaaa—
Daisies.
Thanks for the memory jog.
I feeel such love and happiness having zoomed to this image
(of Mom’s daisies)
after being bid to it by your question.
Then many pictures came.
All of these wonderful images I might have forgot.
All with MOTHER attached to them.
Thank you again for another moment in my life lit by your energy !
Wonderful picture of your green bucket and bright beautiful zinnas.
Happy Love,
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My mother worked away from home so when she was present it gave me a feeling of security. One of my favorite memories is her standing in front of the cookstove, preparing something for supper.
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my mothers blue-grey twinkling eyes.. each time I close my eyes.. and think about my chilhood.. I see my mum’s eyes.. sometimes.. more grey sometimes.. more blue.. like an emotion-meter..
and golden apples.. from my father’s garden.. and the smell of cake cooking.. now they are all gone.. my mother.. my father.. my home..
I try to create a similar hugging home for my family..
thanks for reminding them..
and beautiful coloured Zinnias..
enjoy your family.. mother.. zinnias.. and halloween too.. -
Oooh…look at those bright colours. What reminds me of home? My mom making dinner in the kitchen – mmmm…she really is the best cook! My dad doing a crosswords puzzle while a black & white Hollywood movie plays in the background. No, I’m not that old but my parents were certainly were from that time. The scent of English mints in my father’s clothing.
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Anything can take me back to my beautiful childhood: a picture, a sound, a poem, a phrase, a song, a word, my own children,… it just depends on the situation, actually…
Right now, this bouquet pictured at your mum’s reminds me of all the bunches of little wild flowers I used to make for her wherever I was… a bunch of forget-me-not from the riverside, a bunch of buttercups from the meadow where we were having a picnic… or a bunch of mere dandelions that I would find in the slope across the street… AND each of them would have been welcome with the same beautiful smile of love. -
Colours of day dawn into the mind, the sun has come up the night is behind. Go down in the city, and into the street and let’s give the message to the people we meet.
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Stunning contrasty pic!
Daffodils, masses of daffodils, bright yellow with their smell of spring sap. -
Stunning contrasty pic!
Daffodils, masses of daffodils, bright yellow with their smell of spring sap. -
I remember most the icicles growing outside the windows so thick that my father often went outside to knock them down before they broke through the windows.
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love the gorgeous zinnas, snap, light!
my childhood memories? my mom’s cooking & baking…mmm, good! -
Your sweet little bunch of flowers reminds me that my mother, now almost 60, still has fresh flowers on her table always. So do I. My daughter, now 5, wants to do as Nana does. Wants to do as Mama does. We leave a legacy in our everyday. It is the everyday that inspires the soul and warms the heart, wherever we are in the world.
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