THE HILLS OF HOME

I could never have imagined that life would change so drastically for me that I would one day leave the peaceful place I called home for so many years. But I became a wife and MOTHER and made the decision to leave that familiar place for a world unknown to me.  I moved with my husband and little girl to a place where you never know the changing of the seans,  the grass is not a lush green,  and there are no mountains to run.  The hills behind my little country home was a place of escape for me.  I could go there as a young girl and imagine that I ruled over my own KINGDOM.  I could take my dolly with me and I was a mommy having picnics with fried chicken and potatoe salad.  I didn't think about tea parties...I wanted real food.  Sometimes I would pretend I was a settler in a new world and Mama would wrap my food up in a crisp, clean towel and give it to me as if I was living in the days before " Baggies" and brown paper bags.  Often as I got older I would climb to that mountain and talk to God about things no one else would ever understand.  The hills of home call me in my mind from time to time,  and I am saddened that I may never see them again.  The old homeplace has been sold and I'm  sure that my peaceful place has grown up with weeds by now.  But in my mind There are no weeds because these feet beat a path there every chance I got.  And things are just the way they use to be,  when I was queen of the MOUNTAIN.  The hills of home will always be a special place for me,  and I will go there in my mind...EVERY chance I get.