like laying in a field of poppies.
In Poland.
Near my grandparents' house.
I miss being asked to pick berries, currants, sweet peas, and fava beans. I miss standing in the field for too long, picking food and eating it, satiating my hunger and then reminding myself that everyone else is still waiting for me to return with some home-grown goodness for them.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.
Take me there.
image from weheartit.
3 comments:
This afternoon sounds delightful!
Julia,,,,,,,,,Are You Homesick???
awww I miss my grandma a lot all the time. It breaks my heart to not have her around anymore!
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