So our recent travels have lead us to park under the tree that I used to pick my own switches from.
Yeah that would be my grannys' house.
My favorite memories are snappin beans we picked from the garden
and this clothesline.
Funny the simple things that stick in our memories, eh.
{I may have even forgot many of those switches.}
When I pulled up in the drive the other day is was so off to see my Papa
hanging clothes. My heart ached at the realization.
My Grandma can barely use the line anymore due to a stroke. You can see the nasty ugly scar here .
My oldest son has fallen in love with our new dog.
My mom and my youngest.
Our cute little traveling companion.
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