Observations from Grayson Highlands State Park VA.

On Father’s Day I walked quietly with my son Drew among God’s creations, where rough stone pathways crossed green highland meadows, where wild ponies grazed on lush green grasses, where outcroppings were framed against perfect blue skies,

where hawks high above rode invisible air currents, where rhododendron’s decorated with their petals of purple,  where shady patches of forest were scented with evergreen, where thin shafts of sun-light penetrated dense stands of trees,

where moss covered dead-falls transformed forest floors, where cool breezes swept across open fields and where nature’s beauty stretched to the horizon.