He said,”I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree. 
I was runnin’ from some honey bees. 
Drip dryin’ in the summer breeze 
After jumpin’ into Calico creek. 
I was walkin’ down an old dirt road, 
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed. 
Man, I wish you’d just left me alone, 
‘Cause I was almost home…” 

This tree sits outside our living room window. We pass it every day on our walk to and from school. It reminds me of the crepe myrtles back home… snowing petals, or in this case, cotton, all over the yard and road.

It reminds me of home.
Because Germany is home…
Because the South is home…
Because these two places aren’t really all that much different…
They both hold my heart.

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