There's beauty in the decay....it's hard to see reality when memories try to cloud your vision. This rickety old shed once housed chickens...and then when the chickens were gone, Kittens. I can't tell you how many afternoons I'd spend sitting in old hay playing with piles and piles of kittens. I wish Tommy would have showed up today....Grandma says there's been at least 3 Tommy's, but amazingly, they all look the same...grey with a white nose and white paws.
We lived in a trailer on this farm, nestled between Grandparents and my great Aunt and Uncle, until I was in 1st grade. Today it feels like there is a hole inside, as big as this clearing where the barn once stood. My childhood was here, a time much simpler yet still so full.
I pray that my grandma enjoys her new abode, but honestly my heart will always be here on this little old farm. Goodbye old friend.