Today I love remembering my old barn and all the fun we had growing up there on that farm. I love that I have those memories now that the poor old place has been torn down. I love remembering the many times my pony and I met there and joined forces to get some task done and often those tasks were easier to do by myself but so much more fun when I did them with Little Joe. I loved the amazing milk and cream and eggs that came out of that stable, and the way it was always cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I love that today I got to say goodbye to my barn and that it reminded me of my memories, even though the barn part is gone and the stable is just a pile of rubble now. I love that even though so many things have changed on my old farm, the memories are still there and I can tell anyone who wants to hear about it where the orchard was and where the pasture began and stories about my grandfather and his horses and the garden and the barnyard. I love the beauty of that rattling old structure that was the heart of our farm and it will always be one of my most favored places for my memories to wander to, just as it was among my most favored places for the childhood version of me to hide out when there was a chance that I might be needed for some chore I disliked, though those were few.
Today I love that we joined in to the Kemble Village Non-Motorized Santa Claus Parade and we marched the length of my old home town and back again and we were welcomed just like anyone would have been coming to that friendly little place, with warm laughter and friendly smiles. I love that among the best parts of the parade was the fact that we were right in front of Santa and he was in a horse drawn wagon being drawn by two beautiful big black heavy horses and I know my grandfather would have been thrilled with them.
Today I love fish cooked in mere moments in a pressure cooker. I love being at the cottage for a night. I love a couch full of knitting going on. I love AM radio. I love old oil lanterns and lamps. I love helping to plan gatherings of friends. I love contemplating baking before I burst into action with that. I love that there will be bread and squares and things to do soon and I’m happy to get at that.
Today I love drinking coffee in my cottage recliner while memories of barns and gardens and parades march warmly through my heart and mind.