Where Art Thou?

Come, sip on a cold glass of sweet tea with me out on the back porch. Better grab a piece of cardboard to fan the heat and mosquitoes away while we sit here gazing into the woods. Yea, these woods have many stories to tell of fond memories and heart ache, of success and failure. They are hiding many secrets of those lost in the tangled webs of weeds and thorns through which the mighty oaks still rise.