I live near the most beautiful place on earth. I love the smell of the forrest. I think that, and rain, is what heaven smells like. Breanna had to stop and smell every single flower on our hike until we made her stop. For her, the flowers never get old. She says "but don't pick them! Just look."

"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork" (Psalms 19:1)

What lucky person owns the land behind this fence. Honestly.

Brad and Jesse saw these, not me. It's been a while since I saw a bear.

It's almost too perfect.