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Summer Trails

Dear Diary,
Out here, the skylines present themselves differently.

Punctuated by the sounds of the call of a rooster, the moos of cows, and the croak of bullfrogs - out here, the tallest structures to touch the skies are trees.

Mother Nature sculpted this one.

And on a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kids and I hiked through it.

We found a bouquet of wildflowers, a moth that sent Landen running for the sanctuary of the house, and a landscape so green I couldn’t help but smile.


Madelyn soon took the lead and guided me through our trails – up a stone hill, circling around a bend, beneath an arch of tree branches. She began to point out all the purple flowers growing freely on our property.

We moved in two weeks ago. I still pinch myself.

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