Sundays
by
*Gypsy Joy*

When I was in kindergarten,

my Mom and Dad took my sister and I for a
Sunday afternoon ride
on their bikes to the country side.

It was always a very enjoyable outing.

They usually stopped at a village cafe where we played
on the swings and had a glass of lemonade.

Sometimes they would take us to a pasture where we
picked flowers and Dad would make
us a floral headband or
just a few flowers to pin into our hair, tell a story,
play on his mouth accordion, carve a tiny flute
to play on, whistle a tune or sing a song.

We picked field flowers for a bouquet to take home
and wrapped them in wet newspapers.
There was always a creek or ditch nearby.

Farm animals,
cats & dogs walked freely among the passersby.

Animals & people were so used to this
on Dutch country roads that there were seldom,
if ever, collisions to report.

Credit and thanks for the free flower gif to:

http://www.animatedimages.org/

With heartfelt thanks to the singer who took me back
to precious memories of my early youth,

enjoy: