On Sunday I went to my home town, a sleepy little place in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada's.
On the drive I was in such a state of bliss, the sky was intensely blue, and the hills were covered with the most perfect-almost manufactured-green grass. Alabama loved every second of it-the windows were all down and we were blaring Ryan Bingham. When we got home, my mom was walking down the street, and it was the sweetest home coming a girl could ever ask for.
When I was home, the house and all of the trees were almost crawling with a huge population of fuzzy fury caterpillars.
I was loving it!
It was so amazing to see so much life, even if it was so small.
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