I feel really blessed to live so close to my childhood farm.
As a kid, we never moved. We stayed put on our 40 acre dairy farm, so it’s the only family home I’ve ever known.
So every now and then when I come home from town, I loop around a certain way so I can drive slowly past the old revamped farm.
On this particular day, I wasn’t going to go that way. I thought about it, but felt, meh… I felt lazy driving home, so I’ll just go straight. But something led me to make the valiant effort of turning the steering wheel right instead.
Boy that was a lot of work. 🙂
But goodness, am I ever glad I did.
I’ve been waiting for this day for a LONG time. I had always hoped that if they took down the big ‘ol red barn or even parts of it, that I’d be able to scoop some wood for a keepsake.
You may remember the original story of the bike ride HERE.
Which led to us visiting the farmhouse coming down HERE.
Consider this part 3!
I really hated asking though! But I coaxed myself all the way to the door.
Apparently they do have plans for the wood, but they also very generously offered me to help myself when they heard my story.
So I just rummaged through a few loose boards that were easy to grab.
Which made picking through it pretty easy.
The memories of my childhood started rushing back. The horseback riding, me playing trumpet out the window to coax the cows to the barn, playing Barbies on the lawn under the yard light…
I really was blessed with a wonderful childhood. And I will always be a farm girl at heart.
It was so hard to stay in one place too. I wanted to snoop! Look inside the big barn still standing, and just sit there and stare. Check out every nook and cranny. Touch stuff. But… it wasn’t my home to do that any longer. And I felt by just wishing it, that I was already trespassing.
As I reluctantly threw in the last of the wood I was about to take home, I glanced up at the looming dark sky. It was about to burst with a big rain storm, so I knew my time was pretty much up anyway.
What wonderful timing though!
While I took one more loving look around, I thanked my parents and God for the most wonderful life a farmers’ daughter could possibly have. And how fortunate I felt having a little of the infamous red barn wood for a personal keepsake.
Oh dear… there’s something in my eyes once again…