What began as dark and cloudy day…
… ended up quite spook-tacular, really.
Here, let me paint you a story:
Country Man returned home after a day in the fields spraying fertilizer, preparing soil for planting.
Mine was a stare-out-the-window-and-sigh day, a bit stir crazy and in need of fresh air.
I know the place to go, he says.
(Old dog must come along, too.)
A mile from home, we stop at our destination, a neighbor’s old homestead to look for horns, permission granted, of course.
I set my eyes to the right in search along the fence line and among the crop ground. I find nothing.
Empty-handed, I turn left, and in between the trees I am confronted with the history of this place.
It’s the mystery of a long ago thriving farming community that renews my weary spirits.
Once upon a time, a house sat on every section, a small grocery store and country school in the center.
Now, it’s succumbing to hungry farmers with big visions and young adults looking to escape the uncertainties of the agricultural lifestyle.
My farmer could have escaped it as many have, but a love for the land and laboring with hands fuels him, as it does for many in this area.
Although I’ve been here before, it’s peering from a safe distance that I’ve looked it over.
This time, with a stirring in my soul, I push the door open to peek inside, curious as to what secrets lurk behind these walls…
But that’s for next time.
…may you enjoy the wonders of life’s little treasures.
Have a great weekend!