YAY! Weekend get away with these ladies again this year!
I got to go to California this weekend and visit my childhood friends. We all grew up in a small town called Santa Paula known as the “citrus capital of the world.” Our town is small and filled with lots of generations. All of our parents grew up there and I think all of our grandparents. Out of the four of us I was the only one to leave sunny California. Erin has ended up in La Quinta, CA and Julie and Letty ended up in the town over, Ventura, CA. We all went to college in CA, got married in CA, and then found our places. My place was WA where my children were born and my marriage has developed stronger and stronger as the years go. All four of us have had some twists and turns as we climb our own mountains. We have had children and made…
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I grew up in Southern California. We lived in a development of homes that cut off at an orange orchard. We would sit at the edge of the orchard and eat oranges fresh off the trees. It was always so hot so they were so refreshing. After eating three or four we would be a mess. Orange juice had dripped everywhere. The orange drippings made the best fragrance on our skin. I’ve always loved the smell of oranges it bring back memories of a care free time in my life.
Halloween makes me think of pillowcases. When I was young I never thought night would EVER come. I needed it dark so I could run house to house and get as much candy as possible in my pillowcase. My favorite was anything chocolate. If someone handed out big bars I knew I arrived at the riches house ever. Dimes were weird, pencils were the weirdest, and apples were down right creepy. So after we sorted out the weird and threw away the creepy I would sit with my neighbors and we would make trades for our favorite candy. Now I’m an adult and I make sure to buy BIG bars. I love to see the joy when kids and adults get to pick a big bar out of the tub. Happy Halloween!