Lately I've been nostalgic. A box arrived from Ohio filled with countless pictures from college. I can't believe that next year will be one decade since I graduated from Bowling Green State University. This box opened my mind to many forgotten memories. Some of pure laughter, some of the sweet memories of that one college love and some of tears of the many hand-written letters that we used to write each other "back in the day."
Summer is also the season of nostalgia for me.
I remember my parent's garden so clearly. As a child, I helped my mom prep, plant and pick the many rewards from a season of hard work. I will never forget the massive zucchinis my mom picked, which would end up in a batch of zucchini bread. And as any child who loved sugar, chocolate zucchini bread was my favorite.
Nothing tasted as good and fresh as homegrown produce.
"When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat."
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AuthorElizabeth Rae Kovar M.A. is Author of her memoir, Finding Om and is a Fitness Trainer, Yogi, Reiki Master, Presenter and Lover of Life. To view her portfolio please visit www.elizabethkovar.com Categories
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