Memories

Wednesday, July 02, 2008 on Wednesday, July 02, 2008










I took a walk down memory lane this morning. There were four baby kittens whining terribly for their mother right outside my bedroom window. My daughter, Miranda was already up doing a 'photo walk' with her camera by the time I came walking through the field down to the barn in search for Mama Cat. She had already taken over one hundred photos of the field, flowers, clouds, etc. by the time I got to the barn and then she snapped this photo.

Yes, I'm still in my nightgown. But when kittens cry, there are some things you don't think about.

I can't count the times I've climbed this old ladder up into the hayloft. I've spent many a day looking out onto the fields and watching my family bale hay or feed cattle. I also used to swing from a rope from the rafters for hours on end. And on occasion, I had an accident or two. I fell through the loft into a huge pile of cow manure one day. I came running to the house crying. And of course, after my granddaddy hosed me off, they all had a good laugh.

Mama Cat followed us back to the house and took care of her babies and all was well. I had to take a shower and pull the straw out of my hair, but it was worth it.

I love this old farm.

Good night all!