I do, indeed! But one of my favorite experiences is the occasional cliff of a grassy, milky, funny smell that's quite rare. That was the smell of a baby possum after it had been fed the first time we ever rescued one. I was six and we found a dead mother possum at an amusement park where my dad had gone to see a caravan that was for sale. It was such a beautiful caravan. I've always loved caravan ever since it was the type that was colored with paint like the bass head and was used for a puppet show I believe in underneath it was a dead possum so I was of course, the one that investigated it and found the babies. We put them in a box and took them with us because we're on the way to church and at church we gave them all away, but one we raised one with the help of the formula developed and told to us by the creator of the reptile house at the zoo, which was in our neighborhood. I did not survive, however, sadly, so I learned early about the death of beloved pets. But the one that was given to people we knew from church thrived and was one of my favorite things. They fed it cat food. I never forgot that. I'm still rescuing possums.
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Jenella, I love this memory of yours and knowing you it makes perfect sense. I feel like I can almost smell that grassy, milkyness. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your lovely words. xxx
I do, indeed! But one of my favorite experiences is the occasional cliff of a grassy, milky, funny smell that's quite rare. That was the smell of a baby possum after it had been fed the first time we ever rescued one. I was six and we found a dead mother possum at an amusement park where my dad had gone to see a caravan that was for sale. It was such a beautiful caravan. I've always loved caravan ever since it was the type that was colored with paint like the bass head and was used for a puppet show I believe in underneath it was a dead possum so I was of course, the one that investigated it and found the babies. We put them in a box and took them with us because we're on the way to church and at church we gave them all away, but one we raised one with the help of the formula developed and told to us by the creator of the reptile house at the zoo, which was in our neighborhood. I did not survive, however, sadly, so I learned early about the death of beloved pets. But the one that was given to people we knew from church thrived and was one of my favorite things. They fed it cat food. I never forgot that. I'm still rescuing possums.
I don't respond often, but I enjoy your newsletter. You're a great writer.
Jenella, I love this memory of yours and knowing you it makes perfect sense. I feel like I can almost smell that grassy, milkyness. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your lovely words. xxx