A Long Lost friend...

Being at the farm is one of life's pleasures. Even if it is for just a short time, it is peaceful, it is a comfortable place to be. Even in the hot summer, the breeze that always seems to be there feels good. It feels safe, it is inviting, and no matter when you go, it is beautiful.

Tonight, we had to go down to finish a little repair job I did for dad. As we headed down, the clouds seemed to be growing down that way. Looked like maybe a storm brewing. As we got closer, it became apparent that it was all a big tease, but it still presented some beautiful cloud formations. Here is what I saw.

The farm is, as John Denver wrote in his song, "Back Home Again", a "long lost friend"