the big tree, keeping the pond company — Januarythe front yard, sometime in the ’80sthe red gate — squeaking since Nixonthe big tree in full leaf, Julythree generations, one backyardthe swing under the magnoliatwo of the four of us, riding the place — DecemberPappy’s Mule, between ridesthe front fields, eveningfrost on the long field, first lightthe orchard rows, coming backthe Lion’s Den, sun going downthe woods on the way in — quiet, pleasethe walk to the big treewinter light across the place
This album grows as the family digs through shoeboxes. Got a picture of the farm — old or new? Send it along. The best ones end up right here, credited to whoever found them.
