My Favorite Place to Live

 In the mountains. 

I went down to Circleville on Friday and that drive was right through the heart of the mountains. I wish I had not been driving so that I could look and take pictures. But the pictures would not have done them justice. There is something about driving over, around, between, and through mountains. They are always changing, always big and still, yet rolling.

These pictures are a different view than what I saw on my drive. Most of the time you can not see the actual shape of a single mountain because they are giants.

 I have lived near the mountains as long as I can remember. We joke that we are hillbillies but we really do like the country much better than town.

I Love the Mountains

I love the mountains

I love the rolling hills

I love the flowers

I love the daffodils

I love the fireside

When the lights are low

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom

I love the ocean

I love the open sea

I love the forest

I love the bumblebees

I love the stars above

When night turns into day

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom

I love the sunshine

I love the butterflies

I love the windblow

I love the river flow

I love the city lights

When the moon is high

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom

I love the daysies

I love the sugar peas

I love the meadows

I love the summer breeze

I love to walk on by

My head up in the sky

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom

Boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom-dee-a-da, boom