34,000 Words

They say a picture says 1,000 words...

Cows across the highway

Where the garage used to be

The old gate is still hanging on. (The sun was in our eyes, so that's why we look like we are struggling.)

The little bit of gravel left from the driveway.

Can't walk down this path between the house and garage anymore.

The lane toward the barn and the fields. That huge tree is one of the last pecans left.

The big pond is tucked behind all those trees. The biggest one being in the top right corner.

Out there, pretty much dead center, was my tree. The stump isn't there anymore, but I think I found the spot. There is even a coyote den where the roots used to be.

Looking back toward the house. It is hidden by the trees.

Can you see why I love this place so much?

Walking back by the main barn.

the old sink

The other side of the path between the house and garage.

The back door to the basement. My grandma used to have flowers back here and on that wagon wheel.

There used to be two trees here and the bird feeder was in the middle. We would sit and watch out the first window on the right.

This is the brand new hammer that I lost in the snow the year my grandma died.

This old red door stuck on my one more time, just for good measure.

Everything was still in its place, like he never left.

The window we used to look out.

Row of Elms and the old chicken barn.

I hope I did it justice in my writing, but in case I didn't, I want to share with you what I love so dearly about this place.