There are few things that I miss from growing up in the Midwest as much as the trees!

Trees that provided us endless hiding places and shade throughout the hot summers.



Trees that painted the hills with the most gorgeous colors in the fall.


Trees that were my dreaming place. 

I can remember many times that I would sit under a tree with my art supplies or journals dreaming of all the things I wanted to become.

So when we come home we always have to walk where our feet crunch the leaves underneath and our heads are covered from above with their shade.