home on the range

I am home on the range.  This is my grandma's house, where I was mostly raised--my mom and I lived on in a little trailer on my grandma's land.  I didn't know it at the time, but it was pretty idyllic, so Bruce and I decided to get married here, and that was pretty special.  Post outside the garden that I remember my great grandpa tending when I was little.  I took the picture because I think that' s a squirrel tail hanging off of it; not sure what that's about.

Flowers in my mom's front yard.

I remember lots about this garden!  It used to be even bigger than this.  I would take the tomatoes into my wagon and sell them door to door.  My grandma would take me to pick okra for pickled okra and to dig up potatoes for the potato cellar.  She would take me to her precious strawberry patch, then to pick apples off the trees for apple pie.

Baby grapes.  I remember these, too.