I love flowers

I love flowers! They are so amazingly beautiful and pure. Sometimes I like to think of myself as a flower all peaceful in the sunshine, Swaying in the breeze,bringing joy to all who look on me. I hope somehow my life will be like a beautiful rose. Much expected, small and budding, blooming into glory, and sadly missed as I wilt and pass.

mountain madness

So here is my first blog for me.
I miss my mountains. Today as I was thinking about how much I really miss my mountains. I can't even tell you the ache I felt as I thought about them. I just want to roam through them looking at all the wonderful sights. There is no other place quite so beautiful. I think the reason it is so beautiful is because they are mine. Mine in my heart. Sure they are not as green as others and maybe they don't have the rich vegetation, but they are breath taking. I wish I could just drive into my mountains right now just to look at the moon or smell the fresh breeze. I remember the smell of the mountains in the morning. They especially smelled good in the fall. It's hard feeling so torn. I love the people here. Yet I love my mountains there. I love the humidity and green here, but I love the cool stillness and space there.
How can I feel so torn?

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. Yes that's right My blog. Where I get to post whatever I want to. Where I get to write whatever I want. My personal little playground. So proceed with care...if you dare.