My great grandparents settled a farm here in Washington back in 1933. My great aunt inherited the farm many years ago, and lovingly cares for it in the way only someone with a true love for the property could. She is a septuagenarian who still operates it as a working farm, beekeeping, raising cows and one horse. She loves sharing it with others, and last Saturday, she shared it with us.
There were three adorable calves born in August. When we arrived, all the cows were napping in the shade of the trees, cushioned by the leaves that had fallen to the ground.
Little J got to hop onto this old Ford tractor.
And little J made a new friend.
A light bulb in the barn.
The old chicken coop.
I doubt it's necessary to say how special this place is to me. It is beautiful and serene, and I'm so appreciative that my aunt loves to share this with us. Not only does she share it with the family, but she regularly hosts tours to the farm and can talk first hand about the experience of growing up on the farm. We're already planning our next trip out there, hopefully within the next month when the leaves are a little further along in their transformation.