On Saturday, my parents and I took a little day trip to "The Farm". The Farm is the place where my grandparents moved, sight unseen, from St. Petersburg, Florida with their 5 kids back in the mid 1970's. The story is that once they pulled up into the driveway, they all sat in the station wagon and cried{!}; it was quite the shock coming from the city.. My grandparents have kept the farm {they no longer live there} but it's used quite frequently by all the aunts and uncles and cousins, etc.. I think I speak for everyone when I say, WE LOVE THE FARM. It is a place of whipperwhils, tree frogs, cool breezes, shady yards and of course the rushing sound of the river. The Farm is so special to all of us and it has been quite a few years since my last visit. I am so thankful for the afternoon drive out there and a chance to enjoy it's peacefulness.
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no basement pictures?
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