I don't usually post about my home life. And I honestly wasn't even going to post today, but I thought that I would tell you about my home.
It is the most beautiful place in the world (with the exception of a few Hawaiian beaches that are probably nicer... :)). The air smells of sweet honey-suckle and mountain air in the summer. Right now the grass is lush and everything is green. My home sets on a hill where there is a perfect view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
We have a large garden of red earth that produces more beans and tomatoes than we could ever eat. And I perspire more than should be allowed picking its bounty.
In late June and early July we pick blackberries. June bugs buzz in the green leaves and we pick the juicy berries.
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