If I ever moved, I'd miss all the great oaks here. I noticed today how drawn I am to them--not in a hippie way. I don't hug them or anything. But I do love to watch them in the wind and wonder what's under them.
They seem to promise that, miles away, there's something interesting to see. The funny thing is that sometimes I drive towards them and end up in an ordinary neighborhood or a shopping center. So I just stand around for several minutes and try to come up with an interesting story about where I am.
About Me
- The Cajun Gal
- Every time I write one of these, my mood changes, and it doesn't describe me at all. Read and learn, I suppose.
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