Nature has taken over my grandfathers once well manicured 120 acre farm. Pampass grass grows wild over what was once crops & open fields. So many emotions and memories every time we come here. Thinking of my grandfather & listening to my dad tell stories of what it was like working his entire young life out on the farm.
my daddy built & painted this barn in the seventies (as a teenager) with my grandpa on their farm.
back on the farm with my fam yesterday. One of grandpas old trucks on the land. Just a bit rustier than the last time I saw it.