Spring view from our deck.
We moved to Climbing Tree Farm about six months ago, from my family land. We lived and worked at Bar None Ranch, my great-grandfather's farm for six years. Bar None Ranch is the place where my grandmother grew-up (and lives today), where we were married, and where both of our children were born. While we lived there we were surrounded by stories, lore, and old farm implements that harken back to "the good old days" in my family's history. My grandmother tells us that her father would sit on the back porch, admiring his fields and the breath-taking view, and shake his head slowly saying "Not half bad." It was bitter-sweet to move to our own land, away from 99 years of family history on that farm...but I have to say this new place of ours is not half bad. |
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