I think we can all picture a beautiful place in our mind. A wonderful place that make us happy every time we think about it.
Sometimes I ask myself will this place be as beautiful as my first visit?
Perhaps I make it beautiful in my mind.
This place is meaningful to me because it is part of my childhood. This place is in Green County, Wisconsin in a small town called Belleville.
The terrain is so varied and, in places, absolutely beautiful. You can go through long stretches of open fields, only to find yourself rolling through hills and mountains.
The scenery changes along with the seasons.
Winter is bitter in Wisconsin.
People are bundled up inside for 9 months a year, but they are free to live outside for the other three.
A blanket of snow engulfs the land as far as the eye can see. As the months change, the sun melts the icicles away and the wildflowers bloom.
One of my fondest memories in Wisconsin summers is sitting in a lawn chair underneath the display of fireworks in July, festival season.
When I visit my Grandpa’s farm in the summer, I admire from my bedroom window the beauty of the hills, from my window always exploring with my eyes, looking for a place of adventure.
And, I found it on a hill in the back of Green Country.
I go there early in the morning, and watch the quiet town come to life. The lights flicker on one by one as the people would get up to feed the animals.
There are many different trees surrounding the hill. Some are healthy and blooming while others are ancient and withering. There is a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. It’s surrounded by wild flowers.
My friends and family spend hours hanging from its branches, talking, playing, and enjoying life from a different point of view. The evergreens shield us from the heat as we would swing from the branches like moneys under the tree’s canopy.
Playing in trees was exhilarating and refreshing. I love the smell of the flowers.
When we are not playing in the trees, we do chores around the farm. Collect the eggs from the chickens and sweep the barn.
We spend lazy days at the river and soak up the sun for as long as we can before it goes down and we had to go home.
But when the summer comes to an end unwillingly to leave the calm and serene environment and go back to my busy life.
I think that, these kinds of places are meaningful to people because they are natural and people can be there alone, away from their everyday life.
Even if it’s only beautiful in my mind, It’s a great place to nourish and calm my body and soul.