It is Sunday morning. I hope you read this today Jackie so you can see I can get my days straight. It isn't raining but is a little cool. "I", will not go out. I am not sure why, she definitely has a mind of her own. I call her a little person who was born with two extra legs. None of us can be perfect, right?
I keep thinking I am going to write about when I picked peaches in Colorado but it never seems the right time. I am not sure exactly why, well maybe I really know the answer. But just seem to not be able to do it yet. I have been too many states. Never out of the country. I would love to go to Mexico, I have mentioned that here before I know. I refuse to abandon my dream. I may never get to go but I will always keep that dream flickering inside my heart. I don't want to go to the big cities but the small villages scattered around the country side. I love their language and the fast expressive way they communicate. I know I have mentioned that before too. But I still like it.
I use to say if they kicked me out of Missouri, I would go live in Colorado because of the beautiful mountains. They seem so large as they loom silhouetted against the sky. I do not know how anyone can see the mountains and not believe in a creator, God. I do not believe the Mountains evolved from a lump of dirt thousands of years ago. I believe that God just waved them into existence. The trees in Colorado make a Colorado lover out of me. The dense forests that inhabit the mountains. I can say the word, "Colorado," and I smile.
I loved Washington, and the west coast with the ocean. So vast and overpowering in its beauty. I loved the East coast too. The harbor in New York with the statue of Liberty and the Holland tunnel. I would love to spend a week just getting to see the entire city of new York.
Going down from New York, down through the Appalachian Mountains, Tennesse. It was all breathtaking. I love to travel. To see the new places, feel the new experiences.
But then there is Missouri. We have no mountains, just graceful, rolling hills. We have no Ocean but beautiful lakes and creeks. Where a body can grab a fishing pole and sit under a tree and let the rest of the world go by. We have rivers too. And hundreds of different varieties of wild flowers that look as if a painter has decorated the fields. Our trees in the Ozarks can rival anywhere you might go. I guess what I am trying in my wordy way to say is there is just no place like home. Home where the visual delights are maybe just everyday things that you are use too. But nothing anywhere I have ever been to me is as beautiful as the early morning hours just sitting out under my trees.
I have wandered quite alot in my lifetime. Some regrets, but I am glad for all the places I have seen and the vast variety of different people I have met. But right here in my very own hometown, in my own yard. With the trees blooming, the dogs barking. I have found my paradise. Isn't it funny how sometimes we have to go so far to find the buried treasure right here under our noses, in our own backyard.
This is one of those bad ramble days. I sort of sound like a travel agent. Maybe I should have just written about picking peaches. Did I tell you the Mexican women there at the Peach orchard called me, "Skinny, crazy, white girl." Well they wouldn't call me skinny anymore. Though I am still white and defnitaley crazy. Oh well we all change some with time. For now I am leaving, to go drink my coffee and figure just what the day has in store for me. See ya.
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