The Hill.

This very hill where I sit on my pony Toots hugging my dad is where I want to plant a little part of my soul. This hill sits untouched right now, once tilled and farmed but given up on a few years ago. Instead of a pain in the but chunk of sandy soil that is all headlands I see a little more. It is tucked in on three sides like a window nook in the library with a comfy chair. In my head I envision strips of tilled soil grown up with cosmos, dahlias, zinnias, and glads. I see lilacs bordering the side towards my dad's house that are picked every spring. Across the hill I look over a short hedge of red dogwood and a True Blue Flower Co. sign at Fairy Lake. What a perfect spot to grow a dream and a few flowers at the same time.