It's always nice to visit where your heart is. to visit the people who will love you forever, and longer if they could. for me, fresh breezes and home cooked food, miles and miles of beautiful rolling hills and the countless trees in which adventures and our imaginations grew much too large, is the only place my heart could live. It doesn't have a lot going on, just a quiet peace.
a much needed trip up the hills with my cousin, Tal. you must conclude we were somewhere in the country, where people chew the things that grow. we all do it, it's a thing.
So here, i always thought that mother's day flowers were just a one time event, that the flowers are only alive for a few days, then mother's day is over when they die. here at my grandmother's, the flowers are still kickin' and much prettier than when we gave them to her. she deserves everlasting flowers.
