The signs of summer have arrived. Tall grass blowing, hot sunshine, folks like busy bees humming from place to place. The uniqueness of flowers blooming in yards and fields. Beauty in rolling hills majestic mountains and wildlife just hanging out reminding us of the simpler things in life. The landscape reveals old farms, barns, and equipment just there by roads, sometimes hidden by more modern buildings, and asphalt roads. There they sit and yet in the hearts of those who look at the lines on their hands and the wrinkles in their skin, they remember a time when all was new and those buildings and pieces were so new and in need. To talk to someone who has lived those days, they can tell you the great stories of simple life and yet one that was done with hard work and love of the land. The wind blows those stories of time and leaves just a whisper of those days for us to relish.
