
When I was a little girl, I remember placing my hands into freshly poured concrete and firmly pressing down leaving two small shapes behind. Those hand prints were warmly viewed each time I passed them, and as I grew, on occasion, I measured my growing hands against the tiny forms. A simple remembrance of days gone by that I have repeated with my daughters. Hand prints on the front porch are precious memories... memories are what I hope to capture here.

Thursday, June 9, 2011
My Kitchen Smells Wonderful...
I planted a few herbs in a container I placed on our deck this spring. Dill, oregano, basil, chives, and cilantro. I love having them at my fingertips when I need them. They're really growing, so I decided it was time to dry some for future use. Every time I walk past them, the aroma is divine!

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