Summer

I love it, Summer. The different shades of greens, the scent of freshly mowed grass or hay. I lay in the grass stare up at the clouds and relive so many memories.  Memories from a little girl camping in a VW bus her daddy converted from his work van for one weekend.  Memories of my first horse back ride or later of flying up the mountain on the fastest horse.  Of so many things, so many people who now are so far away.  Summer, it brings me back home.