Oak

The sight and smell of oak is just one of the many signs that I'm back home in San Antonio, that and the sore throat. It's funny how alergens act as reminders to my childhood now. I don't remember being sick alot, but maybe it was just normal.

A lot was normal growing up in South Texas, mosquito bites, sweating without moving and rain storms that hurt. This unique childhood instilled a certain strength in me, making me the kind of person who cherishes scars like trophies, isn't afraid to get a little dirty (ok, a lot dirty when it comes to camping) and loves rainstorms.

Good or bad it was home and the reason why this week the entries will be pretty light... not that I have readers banging down my door for content.