{"id":412,"date":"2010-08-07T08:08:45","date_gmt":"2010-08-07T12:08:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/?p=412"},"modified":"2011-11-15T18:03:32","modified_gmt":"2011-11-15T23:03:32","slug":"childhood-triggers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/2010\/08\/childhood-triggers\/","title":{"rendered":"Childhood &#8220;Triggers&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We all have them, to varying degrees. It can be a smell or a sight that conjures up one&#8217;s earliest memories. For me, the blooms of chicory and Queen Anne&#8217;s lace call up memories of stone bruises, calloused bare feet, scabby knees, popsicle-stained t-shirts, a cane pole, rusty fishhooks, and can of worms.<\/p>\n<p>We had a lake behind our house when I was growing up. It was called a \u201clake\u201d but to see it now, it&#8217;s more like a pond. I spent endless afternoons catching bluegill and the occasional bass out of that lake but had to make my way through a small meadow to get to it.<\/p>\n<p>The stiff chicory always withstood my direct steps and there was nothing else in that whole open \u201cbouquet\u201d that matched that periwinkle blue color. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Chicory.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"Chicory\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-413\" \/>I used to bring mom big handfuls of Queen Anne&#8217;s lace which she displayed proudly despite her terrible pollen allergy.<\/p>\n<p>I see the flowers blooming now, in early August, on the sides of roads and in our meadow. Too many people call them \u201cweeds.\u201d Let me just grab my cane pole. I&#8217;ll meet you at the lake. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/QueenAnneLace.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"QueenAnneLace\" width=\"200\" height=\"301\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-415\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We all have them, to varying degrees. It can be a smell or a sight that conjures up one&#8217;s earliest memories. For me, the blooms of chicory and Queen Anne&#8217;s lace call up memories of stone bruises, calloused bare feet, scabby knees, popsicle-stained t-shirts, a cane pole, rusty fishhooks, and can of worms. We had [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[61,35,18,19,59,60],"class_list":["post-412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","tag-childhood-memories","tag-family","tag-farming","tag-hobbyfarm","tag-pasture","tag-wildflowers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=412"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/412\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homegrownonahobbyfarm.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}