I remember when...

Yes people it is that time of the week. Mama's losin it has inspired me to write. I choose the prompt" I remember when"...I take you all back to my youth *shivers* at Lake Pend' Oreille Lake. (you say it: POND ER RAY).



"Good Morning sleepy head", Grandma said.



"MMMMMM" I replied.



The morning air was always crisp and fresh. Then again, morning at the cabin were always "crisp". "Gram, why do they call it summer when it's so cold out?" I asked



"Well, I don't know." she said.



"So what is so "good" about mornings then?" I asked all sarcastically.

"Tskkkkk, Young lady, I don't like your attitude today". She said.

"Well maybe I'll have a better attitude after my first cup of coffee". I shot back.

"You know that stunts your growth." Gram said flatly.

I giggled, "oh really?" I smiled slyly. "If you say so!"

The skylights were letting the early morning sun into the cabin. The shades of green were like a coliscope of greens. The dew on the leaves were reflecting rainbows. The embers of the fire from the night before were slightly smoldering in the fireplace. It's as though when I remember that morning, I can still smell the fresh ground coffee, the crisp morning air, the embers of the fireplace, and even hear the sounds. When I miss my family memebers that are passed on, I think of those mornings at the cabin. Somehow, it makes me feel better.

Today I stand at 5' 10''. So how much taller do y'all think I might be if I hadn't drank all that coffee??? hehehehehe