What I remember so vividly, was an ivy draped house, cherry blossom biscuits, fresh kissed from the oven; our mosquito wed skin that licked the autumn air so quickly we would itch for days.
My sister, whispering stories, sticky from giggles and jam, of evenings coloured with imaginary characters – men whom we imagined dressed like millionaires, and women who smiled bright pearls.
We listened, between the cracks in the door that we dared not enter.
We attended their parties, solved their mysteries, stole their riches – never so much as dipping our toes in the world outside of the beauty we created.
On afternoons that we breathed quietly, and we would watch the birds in the yard, drinking cool lemonade flavoured with mint, fresh picked from the garden.
Days spent dreaming of loving.
Of loving.
Rant and Roll 
Beautiful Post – Happy Monday:)
Thanks sweets! Hope you had a brilliant weekend :)
love your earrings!
Thanks! I love them too, although my hair always bets stuck in the!
Love this! I don’t have any sisters but you make me wish I did. :)
Thanks doll! I actually have two sisters, and between the three of us, much fun was (and continues to be!) had :)
This makes me reminisce about my childhood with my sisters! Thanks for this, you inspired me to write something about my sister :)
Beautiful blog!
Thank you so much :) I often thing of the quote from Little Women when Jo says to Amy, “I could never love anyone more than I love my sisters.” Gets me every times!
Many thanks for stopping by!
Wow you always capture memories in such a beautiful way!
Thank you!
xo