Daily Prompt: The Transporter
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
A sound.
Soft wind whistling by my window,
the rustling of a gentle breeze
like sweet music.
A sound.
Palm leaves chattering near my window
along with the murmur of adult voices
like a child’s symphony.
A sound.
The wind’s crooning caress
to drift me off to dreams
in a perpetual Florida spring.
You are making me sleepy, oh so sleepy, Dor. I can hear the gentle breeze too :-).
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[…] Drifting Off to Dreams | Virginia Views […]
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🙂 🙂 🙂 Thanks!
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a little far from palms but never in one’s dreams
delightful …
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Like you an open window, it is a summer morning, in Ohio, the distant Putt Putt of a tractor out in the fields & kitchens sounds coming in from the window below mine. I feel safe.
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That is truly beautiful Dor!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you have a gift when it comes to the written word!!
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It’s early morning,… summer in Ohio, open window, Putt Putt of a tractor in the distance, perhaps the smell of new mown hay, soundscoming up from the kitchen window below mine. I feel safe
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I love visiting palm trees and their whispering leaves. 🙂
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This is beautiful. What would take me back to my childhood – drifting off to sleep – would be rain on a tin roof!
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Thanks for visiting my blog and for your very nice comment. 🙂
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Sounds good to me too Linda! Thanks. 🙂
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🙂 You always make me smile! 🙂
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Thanks Dianna. I do love rain on a tin roof too. I love the sound of rain anyway. Palm leaves in a breeze make a similar sound.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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. . . a cow mooring. . . raw milk. . . the smell or freshly plowed ground. . . and the smell after my husband cuts the grass which reminds me of the smell of drying hay.
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Yes – the cut grass! Your memories are truly “country.” 🙂
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That was lovely–except you missed the humidity part. 🙂
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LOL! I forgot all about that. Nothing like romanticizing the past!
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Where I was raised…in the tropics (FLA has nothing on the tropics!)…there was no central air. We had window units, but the sound of the palms was ever-present, so this is a beautiful reminder (even though I still live in FLA, lol!).
Beautiful!
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Thanks FeyGirl! I knew you were down there with all those rustling palms I miss so much. 🙂
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We lived a block from the ocean and listening to the ocean lulled me to sleep.
My mom made the best lemon meringue pie and played the Chinese moon harp with long, thin pieces of bamboo. Thanks for this post!
Liz
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Oh how lucky you were Liz, to live so close to the ocean! We had to drive about 15 minutes to get there, but I would have loved falling asleep to the sound of the waves. Never heard of a Chinese moon harp but I’ll bet the sounds are hauntingly beautiful.
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After looking at your post the second time, I realized that I had something to share from my ‘memory bank’. My mom and I were best friends; she passed away over 20 years ago, but I can still see her playing a lilting song on that antique harp that is rarely seen or played today.
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Please write a post on your Mom and the antique harp! My mother-in-law, who died before I could meet her, played the zither. I wish I knew more about that too.
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That’s a good idea since none of my grandchildren ever met her and my own children know little about her also. Thanks for suggesting this, Dor!
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YW! 🙂
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