MIST OF MEMORY

April 1, 2012.   I baled hay on these fields, in the hot summer sun of July.  This land never looked so enticing to me, so inviting for further investigation.  It only ever looked like work.  The alfalfa and clover, as they grew, became ripe with the promise of long days sweating and burning, coolness only being found under the wagon, with a glass of Aunt Gert's cool aid and a square of cake.

DAD, MULE AND LAND

March 26, 2010. Today is my dad's birthday and he would have been 89. When he could no longer drive, he could still drive the mule around his farm. Mule modification was done by my family that lives in and around the home village. Seeing this makes me want to go lay in the grass.