Memories

Atop a little knoll, I sit near beautiful flowers that are, indeed, a weed. It is my lunch hour, and I chose to sit in a sunny spot with filtered light and listen to the birds and the light breeze through the trees. But what has happened in this little spot is that I can smell this plant and it is reminding me of my childhood where I must’ve had an abundance of these in the area where I played because I feel young again and very relaxed sitting among the flowers.