For the 7+ years I lived in the Bluegrass State, I took her for granted.
An Army brat that lived anywhere and everywhere, I now know that the commonwealth is as much a part of me as the Calumet Region of Indiana where my heart's roots lie. She's more a part of me than the foggy San Francisco where my heart took its first beat. And while my heart bleeds red and black for my beloved Georgia — it is still a heart that was nurtured, broken and healed in the rolling hills and sweet air of Kentucky.
I never knew just how much I loved my old Kentucky home until all I had of her were memories, and in my mind, the sun is always shining bright on her.
Happy Derby Day.
image © 2010 Churchill Downs
As much as I love the appearance of Churchill Downs, as fast as my heart pounds in those 2 minutes of the Run for the Roses, I still love Keeneland in Lexington best of all the tracks I've ever visited.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain about not being back in the Bluegrass State. I love it to death; it's just missing one thing to be perfect ~ an ocean.