I lived in Europe for six years and traveled extensively over there. I have stood on the floor of the Coliseum in Rome and walked the cobblestone streets of Pompeii. This morning I made my weekly trek to Gays Mills to visit my mother. I usually take back roads there. I enjoy these tiny off the beaten path journeys as much as any Alpine stream or cathedral in Venice. One of my favorite flowers is the Chicory. Their corn flower blue color is amazing. My last little hill on the way to my mother's was lined with Chicory today. I find beauty in simple things. Wisconsin rivals any country I have ever visited.