“They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other days, until they were absorbed into oblivion.” ~~ Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera It seems fitting to use a quote from Love in the Time of Cholera as I am in the middle of reading this wonderful novel. It is also fitting to use this specific quote as I feel like a bit of me disappeared little by little since November when I made my last blog post. I'm often intrigued about how one can look up and realize how much time has suddenly passed by. I was just discussing this very notion with my Mom concerning the fact that my son just graduated high school and is off to college out of state in August. Sometimes in the moments we notice time passing, we realize we have let ourselves stop doing the things we love or the things that interest us. Such is the case
A repository for my love of cooking, gardening, books, and family. I believe all of these help shape our sense memories and create a life of passions.