i left my heart in the woods.

 

I am usually quiet in my posts.  I let the pictures do the talking. I want them to tell the story.

 

BUT there are some posts from time to time that tug at my heart so tightly that I suddenly find myself scrambling so quickly (too quickly) trying to type out every last detail/smell/sound/memory/emotion that (to me) seem to be pouring out of every single image on my screen. So much! All at once! How can I possibly pick them up fast enough to tell you everything??

 

Well. I can’t.

 

But I can tell you this much:

 

When I close my eyes and imagine my childhood, this is where I am. I am in a tiny little town in the state of Washington. Kingston. I am in the woods!! I am picking berries, making jam.  I am running and climbing and playing in the sun all. day. long. I am too small to keep up with my older boy cousins. But I somehow always do anyway.

 

My arms and legs are covered in mosquito bites. (I could do without that…package deal i guess.) My clothes smell like campfire. I. am. happy. And this is how it goes summer after summer after summer. And I am already wishing I was back.