Saturday, July 2, 2011

The hills are alive...

with cooler temps and wild flowers galore.



Headed for 10,500 feet in the air for an evening away.  Road the 4 wheelers in 70 degrees and watched Richard III at the Shakespearean Festival.

I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely.
I know I will hear
what I've heard before.
My heart will be blessed,
with the sound of music,
and I'll sing once more.

Head for the hills to sing once more....

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