Moving in just a hint of breeze
Maybe mid morning
The sound of her
Working in the front flowerbeds
The smell of newly turned earth
*** For the DVerse prompt to write of childhood and memory. This is literally my first memory and I must have been 18 months or two years old, before my baby brother was born. My mom would put us down for a morning nap and then do her chores. This morning, she was planting flowers below our window. I can always conjure the feel of the air, the smell of the earth and feeling of complete safety and love in the memory of this young family in a little house in Lubbock, TX.