I Was The Child Of A Fifties Farm...

I Was The Child Of A Fifties Farm...

​Just being able to declare that as true is a gift of proportions that are just now becoming clear after so many years of pondering my wonderful memories.

My Childhood was a gift, my Farm was a gift...

Living my Childhood wrapped in the Loving arms of Mother Nature on my Farm... was a gift.

And the Memories... having the Memories to relive and visit my Childhood on the Farm whenever I have the need... to comfort, guide and remind me... that is truly the most precious gift of all.

She was my friend, my teacher, my confidant and my protector.

I was born into her arms, then...

She loved me, She cradled me... She nurtured and protected me...

She taught me what I needed to know... then She lovingly let me go.

But maybe She didn't really, maybe She didn't really let me go...

Maybe She knew how much I loved Her and would miss Her... so She blessed me with my Memories.

She blessed me with my Memories as her timeless gift of Love, and I am forever grateful.

How could I ever repay Her...

I think by using Her gift as often as I can...

To go back, to remember Her... and visit Her... as often as I can.

Maybe her gift to me was a selfish one after all, maybe She needs me, as much as I need Her...

My precious Fifties Farm.