My Beautiful Happy Place

This will soon be over. I have spent countless days and evenings enjoying this. It is sad to see the flowers get thin bringing on fall but I embrace the changing seasons because it is life and each season has its own beauty to look forward to.

THE COMFORT OF THE HILLS

It is dark and gloomy here in my little corner of the universe. It is windy and cold a perfect winter day. I find such comfort in these beautiful hills. I am nestled in as if inside of a warm blanket. The hills protect, hide, and provide alot of fun. This past summer we went four-wheeling and seen country that man had not seen in years. My first serious four-wheeler ride many years ago was definately memorable. I experienced emotions ranging from serenity to panic and even terror. We went to a well know hollow that people have been known to get lost in, and this is where the adventure began. Usually there are a lot of people who ride on weekends but this day no-one was in the hollow. I am a girly girl and do not like mud at all! We ended up winching ourselves out of two very large, very stinky mud-holes which my husband heard about several times through-out the day lol. We went up huge hills that freaked me out and when coming down I would kindve stand up so I could see and grab my husbands clothing choking him in the process, and at one point I gave him a wedgie from hell which is what he called it lol.  We almost wrecked when a limb got caught in the back-end of the bike and threw us backward down a massive hill about fifty feet. Thankfully we escaped harm then..we got lost. Well, the day ended up worth all of my distress when we found hidden in the woods an old church from the late 1700’s surrounded by a graveyard. I was elevated to say the least. We took pictures and later discovered that there use to be a community in those woods which I thought was so cool. I was no stranger to the woods my Papaw introduced us to “money in the woods” money that translated into roots. We learned about yellow root, ginseng , bloodroot, rattle-weed. But the choice roots were yellow root and ginseng root. We would go out early dig until noon come home clean it and throw it on a tin roof and by evening we had money in our pocket. A great side job. One day me and my husband went out till noon and decided to go back that evening. The hollow was called Cat Hollow we were young and did not care what it was called but…found out the name was a warning. We found a patch and stooped down and was digging and all of a sudden we heard two cats screaming. One was up high, one was down low. We never saw them only heard them that made it more unsettling. I was terrified and began quoting psalms 91 meanwhile my husband is telling me to get up in the tree that was beside of him and I am thinking cats climb, but he insisted that he could not protect me on the ground and fight the cats at the same time. All we had for protection was our digging tools. He was prepared to do battle. Thankfully they left and believe it or not we went back to our spot and continued to dig, as the saying goes “young and dumb.” Just to clarify I am still a young chic but I no longer take risks like that anymore and we take a gun with us now when we visit the hills. We love the hills we are surrounded by and would not live anywhere else. We take the dog and go hike getting to see beautiful landscapes hidden from the naked eye, awesome caves, little brooks it is amazing. I say this jokingly I do not know how the flat-landers do it lol.