We’re in West Virginia.
Rolling hills, chilly nights, fog hanging on hillsides.
Catching lightning bugs, climbing trees, running barefoot in real grass and dirt.
Laughing with cousins, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a fire, watering Grandpapa’s garden with water from the creek.
Not much time to blog, and I even forgot to take pictures.
I’m hoping your summer is as wonderful and relaxing as mine has been.
I’ll leave you with the lyrics from my favorite song about West Virginia. It always makes me cry.
There’s a land of rolling mountains
Where the sky is blue above.
And though I may roam, I hurry home,
To those friendly hills I love.
Where moonlit meadows ring
with the call of whipporills
Always you will find me in my home among the hills
And where the sun draws rainbows in the mist
Of waterfalls and mountain rills
My heart will be always in the West Virginia Hills
There, autum hillsides are bright with scarlet trees
and in the spring, the robins sing
While apple blossoms whisper in the breeze
And there is music in the flashing streams
and joy in fields of daffodils
Laughter through the happy valleys of my home among the hills