I was born in the midst of the rolling hills of southern Indiana.In my childhood,I adored the famous fall burst of browns,yellows,and reds among the soaring tree lines,built snowmen from the white powdered banks and valleys as brown branches swayed to the tune of old man winter,danced with joy as the cold winds were drowned by chilly spring rains returning every imaginable shade of green sprinkled with a rainbow of flowers and berries,relaxed and amused myself during the hot and sticky summers in murky swamps guarded by cypress trees,lakes surrounded by rolling green banks,pits hid by bluffs of limestone and others that had mounds...more
