oh darling don't you ever grow up...

these were taken in October when we were in Tennessee but I am only now posting them. 
my Grandpa and Grandma's place is filled with memories from my childhood. I remember I would spend hours playing in the playhouse, and organizing every piece of the play food neatly in my cupboards. We would take Grandma's broom and sweep the playhouse out and then set up the chairs to have the perfect house. I remember knocking down spider webs and even cleaning the windows. then we would be take a basket and pack a picnic and head over somewhere in the lawn to have our picnic.... I remember getting all the Berenstain Bears books and sit on the rocking chair and read them over and over. I remember running bear-footed through the grass at night catching fireflies, I remember swinging on the big swing underneath the trees. I remember going down to the orchard and picking the peaches and apples off the trees and munching on them as I wondered around. and I remember checking for ticks in my hair before I showered at night. I remember hating to go down the concrete stairs into the basement because of all the spiders that seemed to make it their home. I remember planting flowers with Grandma one summer in the front flowerbeds. 

but since we moved to Colorado, we rarely visit my grandparents because it is so far. I miss all the memories. when we visited in October, I got to watch the boys play in all the places I remember so well. 
it was so sweet watching them put all the food away, and go on picnics. it made me wish I had never grown up. (although, I am actually glad I did grow up >> this << is something that helped change my perspective a little :))

“They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla?”    -the anne girl

xoxo, 

 marcia