Walking, Tea and Memories
|I met this cute fella on my walk!|
Feeling much more energized this week. Thanks to all the suggestions of how to stay spritely during the wintery days.
After one of my short walks this week, I popped into our local shop and bought some ginger tea (thanks for the tip Julia). I wasn’t expecting an immediate effect and to be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to the experience. I’m a coffee drinker and generally don’t like tea. But I was surprised what happened when I breathed in the aroma of the hot liquid. My memory sparked and I was back in primary school.
I remembered one of the class projects we carried out when I was about seven years old. We created a ginger beer plant! We all gathered around a table each morning and fed this plant, which was housed in a large clear bottle (it probably wasn’t a plant at all). I can’t remember what we fed it – water and ginger probably – but every Friday afternoon we syphoned off the liquid and drank it. It was delicious. The memories are vague but the smells and the taste of that project continue to linger. With more stringent health and safety in schools nowadays, this probably wouldn’t happen anymore, which is a shame. Such a wonderful memory to have.
The most surprising part of this memory is that I remember the taste and the smell. Quite often we rely so heavily on our sight we forget to tap into our other senses. Do you have a childhood memory triggered by the senses other than sight? Do you remember to include all the senses in your writing?
|There you are!|
I would love to hear from you. Happy writing!