This was Buck’s milking stool. He was a dairy farmer most of his life. He milked with his sons, twice a day, every day. He worked from sun up ’til sun down. There were never any vacations, sick days or holidays. It was a hard life, but if you asked him, he would tell you…
Old Familiar Landscapes Those old familiar landscapes within my heart are longed, though many years have passed now the time has not assuaged. The willow trees in spring time, the ducklings in the pond, the scent of sweet magnolia, bring memories dear and fond. A rustic fence that traveled far and made a boundary line,…
The Farmers in the Dell 