Fall is always the best time to go back home... This picturesque view down the dirt road leads to my childhood home, where my parents still live... That is our barn down the lane, to the left is my Pop's corn and to the right is the woods where my brothers and I played.
This is the road going the other way. My feet have covered every inch of these roads, kicking stones, riding my bike, running with my dog...every trouble I had as a kid, I took out on my sneakers, I've always walked it off, talked the issues out and sent them out into the wild blue yonder. Sometimes on really bad days, I long to go home and just walk the roads like I did as a kid, to find that peace...
Living on top of this hill over Smith Valley, I always felt we were just a little bit closer to heaven. Storms, wind, lightning and rainbows always seem more intense and glorious here.
You can see how the hills just seem to overlap each other and go on....
This is the view of the barn and my Pop's grain truck from my brother's place across the hayfield.
I am glad my kids have had the opportunity to roam the fields and the woods making memories of their own. I wish more people had the chance to grow up as I did, because maybe their views would be different about preserving our farm lands and ways of life that we can never get back once a development goes in. My brothers and I have had the talk and agreed, no matter where we are in our lives when the time comes or where we live in the country... we will work together to keep this piece of heaven in the family for our children and grandchildren...everyone should be able to go back to their Home Sweet Home...
This is the road going the other way. My feet have covered every inch of these roads, kicking stones, riding my bike, running with my dog...every trouble I had as a kid, I took out on my sneakers, I've always walked it off, talked the issues out and sent them out into the wild blue yonder. Sometimes on really bad days, I long to go home and just walk the roads like I did as a kid, to find that peace...
Living on top of this hill over Smith Valley, I always felt we were just a little bit closer to heaven. Storms, wind, lightning and rainbows always seem more intense and glorious here.
You can see how the hills just seem to overlap each other and go on....
This is the view of the barn and my Pop's grain truck from my brother's place across the hayfield.
I am glad my kids have had the opportunity to roam the fields and the woods making memories of their own. I wish more people had the chance to grow up as I did, because maybe their views would be different about preserving our farm lands and ways of life that we can never get back once a development goes in. My brothers and I have had the talk and agreed, no matter where we are in our lives when the time comes or where we live in the country... we will work together to keep this piece of heaven in the family for our children and grandchildren...everyone should be able to go back to their Home Sweet Home...
3 comments:
Nice. I had a 100 acre farm to roam when I was a kid, too, and there's nothing quite like it. Thankfully, my mother kept about 35 mostly-wooded acres when she moved, which she has given to my husband and I.
We're hoping someday to build there.
excellent post we had 5 acres , however we were 5 miles out of town and surrounded by woods so my childhood was much the same . and for me its the smell of pine trees that always takes me back
We created a trust that is NOT A LAND trust, but keeps the farm in the family to be used for farming purposes only forever and ever, Amen.
Our farm has been farmed since 1906
by four generations of Browns. We wanted to keep it that way for our children and our grand children.
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
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