do you remember

While looking through pictures today I stumbled across this:

Oh darling mother, do you remember all the times we have spent at Powell Gardens?  I can remember clearly your mad darting from flower to bug to statue as you frantically tried to see everything.  I recall all the giggling too as we talked about all the things that were only important to us.  But I also remember how quiet and calm those days were, with only the sound of the wind jostling our conversation.