How different the same scene can look when viewed on different days in different seasons. This tree is across from the end of the country lane from our house. The old fence posts fallen down remind me of a different time when the land was occupied by neighbors and the fence row stood even and tall. Down the hill behind the old oak tree was a real horse drawn syrup mill. As a child I ventured with my daddy to see the horse walk in a circle pulling on a large wooden stirrer in the syrup as it cooked. The syrup began as juice from sugar cane and ended as Ribbon Cane Syrup, often sold in a quart can.
Memories floating gently like leaves falling from a tree, Sometimes remembered through the misty fog of time; Golden like the straw in an old pasture, New memories branching out green in the hope of Spring. Written by Morninglory 12/7/2012 "It may be hard going forward, but it is worse going back." Charles H. Spurgeon