When I think of home and what it means to me, I don’t think of my town. I don’t think of my street. I don’t think of the house I was raised in. Even though these things are all still sentimental, it’s not the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of “home”. It’s these mountains. I think of the green terrain that goes on and on throughout the distance. I think of the wildlife we have here, the black bears you rarely find but know they are there. Deer that you know when you see one, another is right behind it. An occasional chipmunk that comedically stuffs it’s mouth with as much nuts as it can handle. 🐿 I think of our changing seasons and how each has its own beauty. 🍂🍃I think of all the waterfalls, the lakes, the creeks that run through our hills.
These mountains, yes, they are my home. 🌲🌲🌲_____________________________________________