Gardening for the sweet smell of Roses

So maybe i hopped on the blog train a little late, maybe just in time... who knows.
confined to the blogs of Myspace i had no idea blog spots were such a huge deal these days.

bear with me as i learn to spill my guts eloquently.


i'm all about past joys this summer...
like this outdoor school song that randomly popped into my head a week or so back and hasn't got around to disappearing into the depths of my memory quite yet.
once i swore i would sing this to my husband every night...

if you love me, if you love me
if you love love love me
plant a rose for me
and if you love me, if you love me
if you love love love me
I'll plant an apple tree
so weather i stay
or weather i go
you'll have an apple
and I'll have a rose
so if you love me, if you love me
if you love love love me
plant a rose for me.

Something along those lines...
it's an enjoyable tune.

so I've gotten to thinking a lot about memory lately, the depths of what we remember is almost a scary thought. There are so many memories stored up, it only seems reasonable that one of these days I'm going to start having slight malfunctions and recalling things that are mere figments of my imagination at best, or worse, i could stop remembering at all. The Smell of clean cotton could simply become a pleasantry, and spark no memories of my best friend putting dryer sheets in her bag for the comfort of the familiar scent.

Speaking of smells... ever have smell dejavu? i was talking to Andrew about this the other day.
like one minute your just blindly going through the motions sitting somewhere in a park or whatever, and then all the sudden BAM! you get this smell in your nose that doesn't belong, like of your dad's old cologne, or your mom spaghetti. And its so real!
happens all the time to me...
intense. i tell ya.

hey Edgefield! call me!


i like blogging.
i hope i can keep it up.

courtesy of my avid blogger friend Taylor comes the next section...

Current readings:
Captivating

current listenings:
Amadeus soundtrack (Mozart)