The years I spent growing up on the farm were some of the best times of my life.
I know everyone says it is hard work; I miss the farming life and the community that took care of each other and was always there to lend a hand.
Buddy, my dog and I drive the backroads looking for old barns and abandoned farms. We found an abandoned farmhouse recently and it filled me with so many memories.
The kitchen was dusty the cabinets still held dishes and silverware, two dishcloths were folded and the table was still set for five.
There was a time when my mother always set an extra place at the table just in case a wayfarer would stop along the way and ask for food.
She also left a light on so we could find our way home. It was a good life and I will forever remember growing up down a long dusty dirt road.