A Few of My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens....

I found myself humming that the other day, not because I was thinking of Maria, but because I had just bought crumb buns.

There is a connection here. Just please bear with me.

I bought the crumb buns from a bakery near work. I know they are not healthy (by any stretch of the imagination!), but I needed a guilty pleasure.

And that got me to thinking - what are some of the things we eat, that we know we shouldn't, but sometimes we just give in because life is short and we should be able to enjoy treats in moderation.

*Note that word moderation. It is not really a word in my working vocabulary.

Since the crumb buns made me hum about my favorite things, I started to think of a few others, and realized they all are favorites because of memories attached to them.

The crumb buns - well aside from just being delicious - remind me of my grandmother who loved them. They were a treat we often shared together - especially the summer my sister worked in a German bakery.

Honeysuckle - I saw this bush the other day and it brought back a funny memory. I had a new friend who moved in next door when I was in kindergarten. One day, we were playing before our class (kindergarten was half day back then and we had the afternoon class). Terry introduced me to the pleasure of sucking on honeysuckle flowers.

Ours were actually white, but I saw these in my neighborhood.

My mother did not find it a pleasure. She said we would be poisoned and made me drink a quart of milk and eat a loaf of bread - I guess to "dilute the poison."  I never see a honeysuckle bush that I don't think of this.

Is it an act of defiance that my favorite soap is Meyer's Honeysuckle?


Lilacs - Another mom story and another threat of poison. This time not from eating them, but because I cut some and put them in a milk glass on the breakfast table. She said I was g oing to poison the family.
Fast forward - my husband always bought them for me for Mother's Day - even though the first time he messed up and bought purple statice by mistake. It became a family joke.  This year, my daughter bought them for me in his stead.

This bush may not look like anything special, but they caught me by the nose. The scent was just heavenly!

And just because I love them - no reason - I saw this rose. Earlier in the day it was just at the point of perfection, but after hours in the hot sun, it had gone a little past bloom. That's okay. I can identify.

And since I started with roses and  kittens, here are two shots of my daughter's cuddly one.

Sorry, no photo of the crumb buns. I ate them before I took one.

So, what are some of your favorite things?