The granola toasted ~ filled
with oats, nuts and seeds ~
resting on the counter
giving up the oven to
a loaf of oat whole wheat bread.
The aromas of spices and bread giving home the scent of other homes. This greater and short lived joy pulls all my homes out of thin air with memories from
farm to apartments to houses
throughout the decades.
It always surprises me when
I can truthfully measure
my life in decades.
Through travels,
education
careers,
families and friends
but aromas are home life
inside the memories.
No granola in the past,
but the spices are the same as
the cookies,
apple sauce,
apple and pumpkin pies
from decades past.
“Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma”
~ Victor Hugo, poet
(1802 ~ 1885)
No comments:
Post a Comment