Weekend at Nanny Hazel’s

Spending the weekend at Nanny Hazel’s for the very first time was the most exciting childhood memory of my life. I knew there would be new adventures and new places to explore just around the corner.

Upon arrival, the roaring sound of constant traffic zoomed by the house and the rumbling noise of a passenger train whistled in the distance, bringing new sounds to my ears as I listened with much excitement.

A passenger train whistled in the distance, bringing new sounds to my ears as I listened with much excitement.

I made my way to Nanny Hazel’s bedroom, and on her big dresser, I found rainbow-colored necklaces and matching earbobs to play dress-up with. The musky scent of her Tabu perfume filled the room with magic.

Later I went outside in the big backyard and explored most of the day. Bright red, emerald green, butterscotch gold, and sunset orange shades filled the backyard with a kaleidoscope of colored leaves. The windchimes played solemn melodies as I listened to each tune echoing into silence from a gentle breeze.

By the time I went back inside, it was time for supper. Hot buttered biscuits and crispy fried chicken never tasted so good. Soon it was bedtime. Feeling safe and secure underneath the heavy, warm blankets was all that it took to quickly fall asleep.