Raising Future Farmers
As a child, my husband, Wes, made wonderful memories on the farm. So when his Aunt Lola and Uncle Ralph passed away, we bought their 13-acre property. Now our grandchildren are blessed to spend time on our farm.
They pick black heart cherries, chase lightning bugs and help Wes and me (PawPaw and MawMaw) plant seeds in the garden.
All summer they excitedly watch our hay dance up the mountain. After cutting hay, we ride four-wheelers through the fields.
Wes is a veteran, so we hung a flag on the barn, which the grandchildren love to explore. What’s more country than Old Glory proudly displayed on a weathered barn? As the children grow, so will their love for the land and our beautiful country. There is nothing like farm life.