Green green grass of home

A sunset so beautiful even the dog stops to watch. 

This evening the dog and I drove over to my Mom's home to take her some purple hull peas I had shelled out last night.  When we left my Mom's house we drove down to a grass farm that surrounds a trailer park I lived in about 12 years ago.  I lived in that park for 8 years and walked the grassy fields every morning and evening.  I had another dog then.  His name was Bubba.  I walked hundreds of miles with Bubba round and round the fields.  He loved the grass fields so much he just could not wait to go walking in them.  Everyone laughed when I told them my dog's name was Bubba but every one remembers him and his antics.   He and I became a fixture on the farm and pretty much were given the run of the fields and irrigation ponds by the owner who became my friend.  It was a wonderful and peaceful time in my life I will never forget.  The dog and I took a walk around the fields as the sun went down but it was not quite the same.  Too much time has passed and the place is different now.  I guess what they say is true.  You really can't go home again.    But after thinking about it for a minute I remembered that they also say that home is where your heart is.  So the dog and I jumped in the truck and hurried down to the little patch of ground where my heart is in  Grand Bay, Alabama.   This evening at least I was able to really go home again.  Thank you for coming by.  Have a good evening.