stirring up old memories during a country drive

Last week I met my sister in Illinois to visit our Aunt and Uncle. While we were growing up, they lived way out in the country, in the middle of acres and acres of corn fields, in a beautiful white farm house. One of my favorite places was the old barn.  Even though it was scary at night, I still remember the smell of the hay, gasoline and fresh soil.

The ride out to the house was just beautiful.  Not a cloud in the sky, crisp fall air and long, winding, quiet roads.

When we got to the house, we walked around just remembering all of the fun we had as kids. We were outside from sunrise to sunset. Playing, running, catching fire flies and picking corn.  When I turned to look down the driveway, I saw this man just driving his tractor slowly down the road.  He didn't seem to be in a rush or have a care in the world.

Sadly, the farm house is for sale as my aunt and uncle are older now and have moved closer to the "city".  I took a lot of photos and I know this place will always hold a very special place in my heart.  So many memories... Such good times... Good-bye farm house...

Until next time,

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