Saying Goodbye again

 

I visited the property that holds many wonderful memories for me and the maternal side of our family, recently. 

Moving a chair to sit under the Linden tree, where my grandfather would be every evening to enjoy his vegetable garden, was almost transportive.  Not sure if I would have sipped on a PBR and enjoyed an unfiltered Camel cigarette, while reading the Bradford Era (if they were available at that moment) but, one never knows, ha.

Such a hard thing, to say good-bye... again. He painted everything that shade of green, the pipe where the swing hung, a bucket of springs, a padlock, the pole where he electrified the shed from, the picket fence or the way the clouds were that day needed to be captured. The simple things.

be safe, take care-
Stephanie