Memories of that special Hewitt home
Sweet-scented pineapple weed is a certain calling card for my favorite summertime memories.
Whenever I catch a whiff of this chamomile cousin I feel like I've just stepped out of my family's blue Oldsmobile onto the driveway of Grandma and Granddad's Hewitt home. The heady scent was a welcome into a world of pancakes fried in bacon grease, fresh strawberries from the garden and countless card games of golf.
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