Home on the farm
This is a photo of my Dad sitting under the Oak Trees that my Great-grandfather planted. My Dad loved to sit here…he had the table and chairs built many years ago.
I remember sitting here with my Popsie, talking about all sorts of things, having a cocktail or two, and just talking like Father’s and Daughter’s do. We talked about the past, what was going on now, and our dreams for the future. Neither of us knew what was ahead…
All we knew - sitting at this table under those oak trees - was that we loved each other. No matter what.
The last time I sat at this table was with my Kyle. When we went to Latvia to bury my Grandparents. We sat here and watched the cat (who thought he was a chicken) follow the chickens into the big barn to roost. We watched the storks in their nests - some with babies. We watched the Neighbor kid come over to get water out of our well. We sat there looking out towards the pond and the fields. We sat there talking about what we were going to do with this place if my Dad ever passed away…and we sat there just breathing in the peaceful calm of the farm…
I have no idea how I am going to be able to sit at this table again…in a few weeks…
:)
