Seventeen years ago, I surprised myself.  Growing up on a farm in Indiana, I had always longed to live in a woodsy place.  But when we moved to Pennsylvania, down a long, wooded lane, I learned that the farm fields have tied themselves to my heart too strongly, and they won’t let go.  So I am very contented to go back home for a visit.

We were just in time for my son to help his grandfather finish the harvest.

I am always amazed at the largeness of farming in the Midwest.

My mother informed me that when they die and we sell their house, my brother and I will have to cut down and take this as part of our inheritance!