Look who was in our backyard last night when we got home. They come up from the valley.
After we sent this photo to our daughters this is what they sent us:
Aria:
"Oddly, of all the photos you have shared, this is the one that brings back the most memories. Of arriving, of departing, of noticing regional differences between states (no fences, wild animals in the backyard!), of watering plants with Grandma, of the smell of the garage and the terrible humidity of the Cleveland summers, of firecrackers on the 4th of July and plowing the driveway in winter (hey hot stuff!), of realizing that our parents were also the children of their parents whom they loved and respected, and how meaningful that is to me today..."
Athena: "Poetry Aria: thanks for painting these memories out so vividly. On the subject of smells though not of garages my garden shed all the way down here in Australia smells exactly the same as Grandma Lucy's basement! It's a unique kind of musty and very nostalgic--I think of grandpa playing his banjo while I putter around with my garden tools.
Also Matt loved that snow shoveling video and often recalls the "hey hot stuff" line. Good one grams!"
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
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