tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502112871993174034.post4389636219962957761..comments2023-09-24T09:25:28.616-07:00Comments on Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: Return to RootsElizabeth Munrozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077325324751999863noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502112871993174034.post-65889587223399196092010-02-14T19:17:39.948-08:002010-02-14T19:17:39.948-08:00Nice photo and poem. I remember playing in and un...Nice photo and poem. I remember playing in and under the trees at my grandma's house when I was little. She had a pear tree that was so big we used to play under it without having to duck to avoid branches. She had spearmint leaves growing around the outside perimeter of the tree and my brothers and I would always pick one to rub together and smell. Oh, it smelled so good. Her entire yard was filled with fruit trees and flowers...a truly wonderful place to spend time. Wish my kids could have seen it. Thank you for bringing back a sweet memory.<br /><br />Happy Valentine's Day to you also!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com