Recollections

This week, my dad is watching over the neighbor's livestock while they are on vacation. When I went with him to feed the cattle, I found the sights, sounds, and smells of farm life transported me back to life as it used to be. As a kid, I loved spending countless hours in the barn attending to the mutitude of cats we had at any given time. The outdoors were my playground, and the animals we had were my playmates. It seemed that being a veterinarian would have been an ideal job for me at that time.

Farming needs change as the seasons do, and the same is true for life. My family sold our farm 10 years ago this summer. The farm land now houses a subdivision peppered with houses, duplexes, and children who gambol across patches of grass my sisters and I once did years ago.

Time marches on, but fortunately the memory is able to linger in places long gone.