Monday, March 24, 2014
I will never do that again
one thing that comes to mind is i will never use a rope swing again. two summers ago i was out with some friends to a creek. we were having a lot of fun. we walked down the creek a ways to spot were everyone goes swimming at. it was a busy spot today and has we were playing around we seen a bunch of people use a rope swing so we wanted a go at it. everyone had their tune. i did it a few times myself and on my fourth time going i swung out then hared a pop then something slammed into the top of my head just before i hit the water. as i came out of the water i could feel something a little off and everyone was looking out with a look of shock on their faces. my friends ran over to me.
Monday, March 17, 2014
photo
So I'm looking at a photo of lizards that was done in water colors. It is a beautiful photo the color that were used are bright and bring the photo to life. The lizards look like they are standing off the paper and could just walk off the page. The way he did this is great it looks very real but the colors are something you would not see in real life on a lizard.
I would like to be back on the farm. I miss bring around the outdoors not have the noise of the city and people around me. It one of them places where there is nothing around for miles you can't even see another house. I love it out there sitting outside on the hill behind the barn looking for the fields of corn and rows of trees. As I sit on the hill I feel the wind blowing across my body carrying with the smells of summer. I hear nothing but the brides singing and the cows off in the distance. As I sit there for hours taking all the sites, smells, sounds.
Brown and white cows, large bright green trees with the reddest of apples hanging from it branches, the tallest of corn starches that I have ever seen loaded with corn cobs
The smell of sweet summer flowers from the open fields, the slit smell of the cows from the distance, the smell of the apples from across the way that smell sweet but all bitter, the smell of the fresh cut grass, you can even small the lakes that are all over the property.
Taste!!!!!!. The sweet and juicy apples.
The feel of the soft green grass on my hands, the feel of the hard and rough bark of the tree against my back, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The soft fluffy
Birds singing all around. The wind blowing thru the fields of corn and the rows of trees. The sounds of cows. The sound of the tractor in the field behind me. I can hear the squires fighting and playing around in the tress above me. The sound of frogs from the lake and the fishing jumping from the water.
Something that I will always remember about this place and it always makes me think of the great joys I have had in my life. When I was 20 the guy o have been seeing for 2 years was out on the fram with me for the weekend. It was a great time for us. So I wanted to show him the place that has always been my safe place and the place that helped me find myself when I needed to. As we sit there holding hands and taking watching the sun sit. He said he has never been so happy with one person then he is with me. He told me that when he sees me it brings a smile to his faceted he went on to pull a ring from his pocket and asked me if I would be is only one for the rest of our life.
This is the one place I feel like I can be myself with nothing around me to judge me. It is the place I go to whenever I had a problem and I needed I place to go to be alone. This place has always made me feel safe and happy no matter what was going on in my life. I remember it was the place were my partner as for my hand.
I would like to be back on the farm. I miss bring around the outdoors not have the noise of the city and people around me. It one of them places where there is nothing around for miles you can't even see another house. I love it out there sitting outside on the hill behind the barn looking for the fields of corn and rows of trees. As I sit on the hill I feel the wind blowing across my body carrying with the smells of summer. I hear nothing but the brides singing and the cows off in the distance. As I sit there for hours taking all the sites, smells, sounds.
Brown and white cows, large bright green trees with the reddest of apples hanging from it branches, the tallest of corn starches that I have ever seen loaded with corn cobs
The smell of sweet summer flowers from the open fields, the slit smell of the cows from the distance, the smell of the apples from across the way that smell sweet but all bitter, the smell of the fresh cut grass, you can even small the lakes that are all over the property.
Taste!!!!!!. The sweet and juicy apples.
The feel of the soft green grass on my hands, the feel of the hard and rough bark of the tree against my back, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The soft fluffy
Birds singing all around. The wind blowing thru the fields of corn and the rows of trees. The sounds of cows. The sound of the tractor in the field behind me. I can hear the squires fighting and playing around in the tress above me. The sound of frogs from the lake and the fishing jumping from the water.
Something that I will always remember about this place and it always makes me think of the great joys I have had in my life. When I was 20 the guy o have been seeing for 2 years was out on the fram with me for the weekend. It was a great time for us. So I wanted to show him the place that has always been my safe place and the place that helped me find myself when I needed to. As we sit there holding hands and taking watching the sun sit. He said he has never been so happy with one person then he is with me. He told me that when he sees me it brings a smile to his faceted he went on to pull a ring from his pocket and asked me if I would be is only one for the rest of our life.
This is the one place I feel like I can be myself with nothing around me to judge me. It is the place I go to whenever I had a problem and I needed I place to go to be alone. This place has always made me feel safe and happy no matter what was going on in my life. I remember it was the place were my partner as for my hand.
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