triggers

isn't it funny what will trigger a memory? my friend Nichole talked about the mail today. suddenly i was flashing on my grandparents' property...one of my childhood homes. i could see it like i was standing there. the white 2-story house. the long driveway, bumpy & full of character. if i concentrate hard enough, i can almost feel the familiar sway of the car riding over the places where time had settled or raised the asphalt. there were two tall stately evergreen trees in front of the house, sentinels standing guard, providing protection from the elements & ensuring privacy. and at the end of the driveway was the black metal mailbox with the bright red flag sitting atop the wooden post.

i remember all these snippets. my grandmother's vibrantly hued flower beds. the snowball bushes with their fluffy round puffs. the big flat rock in the yard just beyond the veranda. happy times. happy places. a thousand memories. sweet. precious. etched as deeply in my soul as the two people who lived & loved there for 61 years.

just like that i go back to a place i haven't been for years. all triggered by the random thoughts of a friend.