This weekend my mother decided she wanted to see the place where she lived for over twenty years and where I grew up. Before I could protest, we were in the car and on our way to the house that didn’t even have a street name until recent years (Meet me on rural route 1, anyone?).
Though I wasn’t at all prepared to see my childhood home weathered, abandoned, and overgrown with weeds and trees; the old place is still beautiful to me.
The old farmhouse and the backyard. That yard was a kid's dream! Now, imagine being chased around that huge yard by an angry goat, rooster, or goose. Welcome to my childhood!
A mid-summer hailstorm ravaged the back of the house in the 90's. You can still see where the shingles were ripped off.
My favorite place to watch wicked storms roll by.
A bit of sunset to end the day.
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