My two sisters and I went in search of Christmas yesterday.
We had a fun time looking at all the finery and glitz in the shops.
We wanted it all and in turn was satisfied
to return home with only our memories of the day.
My Dad came home with an old pickup similar to this one year.
We all learned how to drive a stick shift that summer.
Definitely one of my fondest memories.
I would fill an old wagon with flowers every season...
how about you?