This morning I went outside while the coffee was perking and sat in a chair on the patio just outside our little library. It was early, cool, breezy and traffic was starting to build up, but instead of it bothering me, it brought back some wonderful memories. Memories of our 60-day back packing trip by Eurail in 1973. DH was newly discharged from the US Navy, and we had decided to take this journey before we headed back home to the U.S.
We visited 9-11 countries, can't remember exactly right now and it was some experience, one we'll never forget. This morning, sitting there I remembered early mornings in different European cities, as we headed out on our daily jaunts. The cities would be awakening, traffic would become heavy as people started out and about their daily business. There were lots of bakeries and you could smell the fresh bread and pastries, coffee, and other cooking aromas, mixed in with the diesel fuel, as the day got under way. Shop keepers would be opening up their shops, sweeping their sidewalks, getting ready for the new day.
These memories started my day today and I am thankful for that experience we had. I've talked with quite a few people over the years and they say Europe isn't what it was when we were there. I'm glad we were there when it was still old Europe, I know seeing McDonald's and other fast food establishments would be very depressing, not to mention modern construction, that has ruined some of the beautiful vistas.
I felt blessed this morning sitting there with memories, inspired to get up, have coffee and get about my daily business whatever it might be. Ready to live in the now, making new memories.
Have a lovely day doing whatever comes your way.
No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe
that I began to unearth bits and pieces ... of my past.
Memories forever rooted in time
were clustered in my garden consciousness
waiting, crying to be dug up.
I plant flowers and vegetables.
I harvest memories - and life.
Nancy H. Jordan, 1993