Reading some news headlines, this caught my eye: "Here's why you'll see smoke today along Interstate 80/35." Curious I clicked on it to read the story and a photo of an old farm house was shown. My first thought was to wonder where along I80/35 it was. Then I looked a little closer.
Doug and his friends playing in the creek and all of us cleaning up the ditch along the road where people had been dumping their garbage. The apple trees. The pine grove and 'my three trees' in the field at the end of the grove. Trying to keep that huge yard mowed. The garden spot and the year I started my own tomato seeds and ended up with 75 tomato plants - more tomatoes than I knew what to do with, so Doug pulled a wagon load at a time down to the nearby campgrounds and sold them to the campers.
The old barn where Doug had his clubhouse and where he found an early 1900's Coca Cola bottle of the pre-hourglass design.
All the flowers along the lane and how we got snowed in during the blizzard of '73 when the drifts in the lane were impossible to scoop out.
When the cardinal sings from the redbud tree
And ghosts of the mists ascend
And the evening star is a lamp in the skies
And summer is near its end --
It's oh, for the fence and the leafy lane,
And dusk and dew and home again!
I feel so sad, yet so very grateful for the wonderful memories of living here with my children.