On my weekend drive and photo taking excurision, I discovered this field with lots of hay still in it. This is one of the fields that my dad farmed in his early farming days. We called it the Hill boys place. I had such a crush on one of those guys. I remember saying I would marry one of them one day but he was probably 20yrs older than me. Hehheheheh, that didn't happen.
I love living where I grew up surrounded by all these memories and I am happy to be able to share those with my son. I think roots are important and wish everyone in the world had happy childhoods and were able to remain close to those memories.