Luckily we still found our driveway. But it was very overgrown with weeds.
We found the cement pad that my dad paid $300 back in the day to lay down for a car port.
Here we are gathered on that cement pad.
We took a little walk over the weed infested back yard to the old pump house across the irrigation canal.
This place holds alot of cherished memories for me.
It was a nice day. And a wonderful walk down memory lane.
As I think about the farm, and all the memories we had there I am reminded that life is so short. We only have a few years to build memories and experiences. It was kind of sad to see it all this way, but I think too often we place so much value on "physical" things and forget that they are truly just "things". The value comes in the experience. I don't remember that being "poor" was bad. I had a very full childhood, and I will carry these memories with me for eternity and all the "things" will stay behind.