"When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory"
-Marcel Proust "The Remembrance of Things Past"
Watermelon. One whiff, one minuscule drop
of its sweet juice on my tongue, and I am immediately transported to
the spirit of summers past - those endless days which were spent
running through sprinklers, constructing subterranean abodes for little
creatures, and building secret hideouts. Those sweet, long summers of childhood. I
love speculating that with every joyful, juicy bite, with every
drippy, sticky chin, these children are constructing their own happy
memories of summer.
The Fun for Nothin' Flickr group is already brimming with great, no-cost children's activities! I especially like this one and this one. Keep the ideas coming!
