In a stack of terrible pictures of the farm where my mother grew up, suddenly there was Grandma next to the pump house. In her element. Oh how I miss her.
@wiesnerbeth It's obviously a very poor quality picture, but you can still get a sense of her spirit. After my grandpa died, she lived on the farm alone until she died in her 90s, still sharp as a tack. Those are the genes I hope I have! Many a time we sat on her front porch swing shelling beans. And don't you love that leaning shed? Ha Ha.
