Let it snow...let it snow...let it snow!

ooooo gosh golly gee dern...it is WONDERFUL outside today.

A few memories are invoked in my processes to day.


I still love walking and looking at the lights...but I want to go without my glasses. I like looking at a fuzzy world sometimes....not clearly defined.
I love the cold. Makes getting home and snuggling up even better!
I love candles and looking at all of the Christmas bulbs that have come to me throughout the years. Each holds a very special memory and I like remembering how I felt when I saw the bulb for the first time.

The time I remember the most was when Daddy was actually home on Christmas morning when I was 15. We all got up early cause Daddy had a flight to catch. He used to be a Captain for Delta and it was rare that he was home for holidays.
We are all up and sleepy at 5 AM.
I had 'sneaked' into my gifts so there were no real surprises.
What was a surprise and so wonderful was sitting there watching Daddy's face opening his gifts from us.
He was happy to be there on a holiday!
I love the way my dad smelled.
His hugs were the best.
I always wanted to be hugged and told I was loved....even when I screwed up.

That Christmas morning...the outside was dark...my nose was red...sleepy and excited...and yawning...and happy ...and warm....and getting to smell my Dad in my hug.

I have this thing of EVERYONE I know. I smell them cause of the memories it brings back to me.
Smelling my grandmother’s sheets as they dried in the sun hanging on the clothes line.....sunshine smell.....and for some strange reason freedom. My mind expanded while playing in those sheets.
Smelling the cooking in the home kitchen with my Mom singing....comfort smell and sound. Momma singing was always happy and comfortable.
Smelling my times in the forests in Arkansas.....undergrowth and warm and humid.....peaceful smell.
My Mom's rose garden....SO many different scents...and flavors. Did you know you can eat rose petals?....that was the smell of beauty.
Smelling my sister’s hair while they slept. That was the smell of kin...and joy...and pride.
The smell of our dog Whiskey (yes he was a Chihuahua)......that was the smell of fun.
The smell of the oil for my French horn.....that was the smell of talent....and the sounds of the home held much music from voice and instruments...and joy.