As I Walk

As I walk down the path where I live, I see the mountains, some leaves changing into a golden color, and horses with manes blowing in the breeze.  How sweet this day is, to just be here, to just breathe.

When I started seeing green

I started to see green, from as far back as I can remember, when I was 7 years old.  I sat beneath one of the two magnolia trees in the backyard of my grandparents' house. The air was blissful.  This was my first memory of green, my first memory of heaven on earth.