Sooooooo . . . . .
It's the end of an era. For 86 years the farm was in our family. In Kansas. My grandpa purchased it in 1926. It was the one consistent home in our family. No matter where we all moved - we could always come back to the farm . . . . . to our roots. And be welcomed with open arms!
I spent much of last year there - working, cleaning, sorting, getting all my tons of stuff out of storage from there. Fortunately, my cousin Doug was a tremendous help in this endeavor! To say it was a HUGE undertaking would be the understatement of the century!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But . . . . . . . it is done. And it went well, praise the Lord! And nobody got hurt, or too overly dirty, or . . . well, you know . . . all the things that can happen in an old farmhouse! And yes, I cried.
But then . . . . .
the new owners moved in. In such a lovely way they have - and now the old place is coming back to life! Glorious life! The old dead trees, shrubs, weeds, etc. are gone - as are the falling-down out buildings & barn, and dilapidated metal garage . As I drive past it down the highway now I see a charming scene of the precious old farmhouse, with lush fields and just a few pretty trees around it . . . . . and golden wheat fields all around. Life is good. Just as it should be!