I was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes and happened to glance out the window at my left where I could see the tops of the hollyhocks and the thought came to me that somehow they looked just right, that now the picture was complete.
And then I wondered why I'd thought that.
I looked again and then I remembered. It was a moment of not exactly deja vu more of a flashback. A snapshot of a time and place.
Nine or ten years old, I was sitting at the table in our breakfast room looking out the window to my left. At the tips of the pink hollyhocks blooming there.
And a flood of memories came back to me . . . my Girl Scout uniform, the glass of milk that was never cold enough, the longing for summer and the freedom it brought. . .
Almost like Proust and his madeleine.
7 comments:
I'd say that was a good flashback.
Vicki, very occasionally, I also have such moments. And I do treasure them.
Thank you for sharing this one. xo
There's a nice retro sort of look through the screen.
Beautiful Vicki, a little excursion into memory. I've just been browsing your website which is really lovely, as is your blog.
Just lovely - and how perfect to have hollyhocks.
Yes, once in awhile I remember my adventure in the woods at my house. They were thick lush and magical. Rbinhood and Lash LaRue were by my side.
Jim, I hung out with the Lone Ranger and Tonto. And sometimes Tarzan.
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