How quickly she has flown. California summers are pretty much the same as our springs and falls, just a little warmer. Makes me long for the humid living green summers of the east coast. I made a collage of some photos I took during a visit to my Dad’s house last year. Everything was so green, and the woods were begging to be explored.
I miss the sounds of bugs at night, and having a reason to sit out on the porch after dinner. Mainly, I miss not having to have sprinklers.
Behind my Dad’s property sits several acres of a Christmas Tree farm. It’s steep hill makes for great sledding during the winter, and every Christmas a tree from this farm sits in my parent’s family room. Its been fun watching the little seedling grow into tall trees, and then be replace by new seedlings as the cycle starts over.
Megan Stringfellow 
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