The Farm – Part I

Way down south in the land of cotton…

…there’s this farm. And this farm has been in Cute Redhead’s family for well over a hundred years. In fact, her father and her aunt were born and raised on it. So when Thanksgiving saw us on the road and on our way, I had plans to capture some of the scenery and share it here.

That’s what they call ‘the bottom,’ which is a lower portion of some field down by some creek. I have a terrible sense of direction and in 18 years of visits, I still can’t find my way back alone (so if I ever go missing, I’d like to recommend looking for me in the bottom) (ha ha I kill me).

Original wood railing on the porch of the old homestead.

Down at Fair River.

I love how this one turned out. The kids ride an old three-wheeler all over the many fields and trails…more open space than they know what to do with.

Alpha Male and I explored an old barn behind the older barn and spied this bit of handiwork. If you look closely you might be able to make out that it’s not wood…it’s a spider web.

The Old Kees Motor Company truck, resigned and consigned to some very eye-catching color, if you asked me.

And there it is again. The farm. Fair River Farm, to be exact. We’ve spent a lot of hours there and it remains a refuge and a retreat away from just about everything. Including internet. Which tends to have me feeling like it also lacks oxygen.

Tomorrow I’ll post a few more :)

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