Beautiful memories and flowers…

All this talk of time.  Time is a funny thing. Clocks, sundials, signs.  When I was growing up, we had a sign that hung in the bathroom.  It said something like the length of a minute depended on which side of the bathroom door you were on.  Pretty true, especially in a one bathroom house with five plus kids.  

My mind goes so much faster these days.  I wish I had its energy.  I would love to be able to accomplish just a smidgen of my bright ideas.  But then again, that could be dangerous. 

Here is my latest challenge to myself and to all John B. McLemore and S-Town fans:

If you will mail a packet of flower seeds to me I will scatter them.  My 40 year partner in crime, Mrs. Crystal Moore Phipps, has promised to assist.  Reagen will supervise as always.

I also promise to document this project.  I would love to receive them from all over the world.  My goal is to create a trail from Exit 97 past his former driveway and on to the Cahaba River. 

I stole the idea from Mrs. Lady Bird Johnson and thought it would make a fitting tribute.  I love her quote, “Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”

I used to love to drive down the interstate and see flowers blooming.  I would love to see it around my home.

Please mail your seeds:

Cheryl Dodson

50 Rotenberry Lane

Woodstock, AL  35188

Thanks for EVERYTHING and scatter some around your home.

Don’t laugh,

Cheryl