My beloved Silver Creek

Gosh, it's great to be home. There are few things in this world that make me as happy as coming home in the Summer. Don't get me wrong, coming home for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas is great, too... But there's something magical about home in the Summer. From the early Summer when the fields are green with new grass, through the end of Summer, when there are fields of corn stalks as far as the eye can see. Call me a hick, I won't even care, but... gosh, it's so great to be here and smell the marshy goodness of wet grass. It's delish.

This is a shot from the bridge on the street where I live. (Or, rather, where I grew up and my parents live still.) I love the creek - LOVE IT. I love it in the Fall, when the trees turn gold and the grass is brown. I love it in the Winter, when the trees are naked and the landscape is covered with a blanket of snow. I love it in the Spring, when the trees are budding out and the grass is "new grass green". But my favorite is in the Summer, when the trees are in their full leafy glory and the rain has turned the grass about 32 different shades of green... Oh, that can't be beat. I love it here.