by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Feb 2016 1,254 Views 6 comments
Daisies round the clothesline
A Memory
My childhood back yard
With weta's in the hedge
My childhood back yard
With weta's in the hedge
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Posted: Feb 2016
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Comments (6)
Boy the laughter we had as kids. My dad was a farmer and I was always chasing butterflies in the field and around the clothesline of my mom.
those clotheslines of a cool backyard
what a picture you paint, glad my mere few lines could tug at a memory.
Sophie now you make me feel like going home because we still own the land that my dad farmed and grew up with. I built Z bigger house, though and my brother still farms the land. Nothing like it Sophie, living in the country.