As a little girl, I had a frontal lisp. My school speech therapist had me recite, “Sally sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are seashore shells.” It worked…no more lisp.
Now I need a therapist to cure me of thinking of this tongue-twister every time I see a seashell.
My uncle used to own a house with a small orchard of citrus trees in the back yard. My Mom and I went to visit him for a week and the grapefruit tree was full of ripe fruit. I walked out to the tree every morning and picked my breakfast.
For a northern girl this was a luxury beyond compare. I can still taste the sweetness of that freshest of fruit…still a little cool from the overnight temperature, so juicy, and surprisingly sweet.
A simple and treasured experience I’ll remember for a very long time.
Truly a doodle from a frequently seen pattern dating back to the 60s…lots of good flower power back then. I believe one of my aunts had a chair with these flowers on an orange background.
The sketching community drew my attention to macarons. Before this exposure to this cultural item, I would have drawn a coconut macaroon and thought the prompt was misspelled. Growing and learning all the time!
If you haven’t see the movie Yesterday yet, see it!
I hope 2020 is a good year for you!
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