Sigh…as I write this I realize I have a wonderful memory…but it seems I cannot remember what it is!
This evening as I visited with my friend Lawana …I looked out over her yard towards the milking parlor.
I had a deep sense of peace as I enjoyed the beauty of the evening and the view. I have had this same feeling on several occasions when I visit my friend…
The first time there was a mist rising from the earth…This time the corn all tall and beautifully tasseled…with large ears of corn growing. I could see a bit of a russel in the corn made by a soft passing breeze…
I studied the corn and the view…getting lost in my thoughts, while my friends talked and visited.
I was trying hard to understand the draw this particular view holds for me. It is something I cannot explain…As I stood there thinking and wondering…running thru my memory for anything that would draw me to this…(it is a beautiful view for sure) but there is something more…
Then I realized it is a memory…certainly not one of this place…because I had not known Lawana and Stacey before they purchased Cheyenne from me…I cannot remember the memory…yet…It has to do with corn, mists, farming, cows…and a sweet time of being on my Grandpa’s farm…I think…
The memory like an old friend will come to visit…I must wait and anticipate the pleasure of its arrival…
My friend Gail made this barn Quilt for me and we installed it on the front of our home! I love it!
