I'm blogging again.

I grew up in the country. A little small town called Hazel Green, Alabama.

I was looking through my pictures last night of photos I took during the summer. There is one picture of the fields and the sun setting in the horizon which makes all of the tall trees have a black silhouette. I closed my eyes as I was laying in my bed and thought about my childhood.

I spent most of my time outside in the dirt. Digging up things, picking weeds, raking grass, etc. Not only did I learn how to work, I learned how to appreciate nature.

There was a field behind my house that had tall grass in it. And behind that field, was a field full of cows.

I remember being on the back deck at night and looking up at the stars. The sky dark and these perfect small glimmers of light sparkling. There were no street lights to distract from their beauty.

When it rained, the grass would smell damp and wet. There is a certain smell in the country. I crisp, clean smell. I miss that.

I miss the beauty and the freedom of the green grass and rolling hills. The clear blue skies and the warm summer rains. I miss radio stations and weather announcements. I miss high school and the dreaming of graduating. But here I am... Graduated, moved to Utah, going to college and staring at a whole different scenery. I've learned to appreciate it, but it will never be the same.