Summertime weather simmers along as daisies bloom and leaves grow green and full on the trees. The hills surround and envelop us with rich greenery that protect and comfort us. I could never get used to the flatlands that seem to go on forever, but take comfort in the hills of home. I found a poem in my files written by a lady who had moved away from the hills, but was still longing for them.
HILLS OF HOME
By Violet B. Reed
Springtime brings back memories . . .
Of loved ones . . . hills . . . And...