summer memories :: mud pies1:18 AM
Recently I found myself in a nostalgic mood as I thought of the many summer memories that flooded my mind. As a young girl, there were certain things that marked every summer. Now, as a mom, I see my kids experiencing some of those same things. The nostalgia comes and I smile...
I remember summer days filled with lots of mud pie making. We would also throw in an occasional mud taco if we found the right leaves. Yes, my brother and I camped out in the overgrown bush nestled at the corner of our house. It's branches held us well, and it was the perfect spot to pretend it was our house, and mud pies and mud tacos were our only form of nourishment.
I also remember the shady spot at grandma's house where we usually spent a week or two every summer. The grass didn't grow well in the shade giving us the abundance of mud we needed to fill the tiny tins to overflowing. I was a tomboy of sorts, and I loved to dig into the earth and live out my summer days outside.
My girlie is like total opposite of me when it comes to getting dirty, but when I asked her if she wanted to make mud pies outside while I weeded the garden, she agreed. I do believe her face says it all in some of the pics I captured. The beginning was rough going but once she settled into the fact that her hands were going to be dirty, well, then she just dug in and had a blast.
We made a heart shaped pie and both ended up covered in dirt...all part of a fun, memorable summer afternoon.
Linking up with Jennifer@Studio JRU via The Other Side of Me for Sneak Peek Friday!