I miss the Midwest. Yes,

I miss the
Midwest. Yes, yes, the west has it's "own beauty." Mountains, namely. But I do
not live in those, only view them from a distance. I miss a good thunderstorm. I
miss the wetness of the streets with leaves sticking decoratively here and there
in varying wonderful colors. The house we left had a huge sugar maple in the
front yard, I raked the leaves up for the girls to romp in. All we have here are
stickers and dirt and tumbleweeds. What memories these make. Shall I gather up a
group of them and tuck the children in for a cozy photograph? I miss having
plenty of trees for the snow to stick to making a nice picture to see when
passing a window. Silver shining against sky blue....