Books and reading have been on my mind lately. I've been thinking of some of my favorite childhood books; thinking how reading has always been an important part of my life. That thinking led me to take a walk along the creek behind our house and take a picture of this small peninsula. I grew up a short distance from where I now live. When I was a child, the house I now live in didn't exist. The woods started behind my parents property and went on for miles. I remember taking my book and walking down to the creek. I would climb down the hill, sit in the shade of these trees, and read. My connection this month is purely sentimental. This is more than just another image taken in the woods behind our house, it's a part of my history. It brings joy to my heart.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood
we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
~ Marcel Proust
How lovely to read part of your history in this posting, Cathy. I can quite understand how it brings joy to your heart. This area is so meaningful to you as you contemplate this scene and remember sweet moments with a good book when you were a child.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to have this to remember being a child. Where I lived in VA, is now not there anymore, a highway went through the property so now my childhood is a highway. Lucky to have this to remember.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful way to remember your happy times reading in the woods. Sentimental is okay -- it's good to feel those connections to our childhoods. I was/am an avid reader too -- just am rereading the classic Nancy Drew for fun.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo! I enjoyed reading about your childhood memory of reading in the woods. I still love to do that now. It's so nice to escape into another world through the pages of a good book and the peaceful woods is a perfect place to read.
ReplyDeleteReading was a huge part of my childhood (and still is today). My dad and I went to the library every 2 weeks for another stack of books. I read all the time and if I didn't have anything to read, I would pull out a volume from our World Book Encyclopedia set. So I completely understand your attraction to this image and the part it played in the joys of your childhood. What precious memories!
ReplyDeleteAnother reader here, a life-long book addict. To this day there's not much I enjoy more than curling up in a quiet (hidden) corner with a good book, to read for hours. The places where I lived as a child no longer exist, or at least not in any recognizable form. It must be very special to have those woods and the memories they hold still be part of your everyday life. Thanks for sharing this lovely Photo-Heart Connection!
ReplyDeleteand what a memory this must have been, to be able to capture
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet memory of childhood--all the better that you can actually still go to some of the places you remember--and capture them with this lovely dappled sunlight. Nice!
ReplyDeleteSpecial reading spots are awesome. I had a tree house that my dad built when I was growing. I would sit up there for hours reading, at least until the mosquitoes got too bad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful colours in the photos, but made far more beautiful by the way it fits into your life and your memories.
ReplyDeleteI've just realised I took some photos in February so I can join in. I must have a look and see what I took.
i think it's so wonderful that you live so close to your childhood home. i can see why your woods are so special to you.
ReplyDeleteIt´s wonderful to have beautiful memories, it´s great that yoi can still go to those places. I also had happy times with my book being a child... Wonderful photo and fantastic photo-heart connection
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet and beautiful memory..
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