I miss this place. Somehow my heartstrings are tied to this little piece of land, and the buildings on it, even though they are falling apart, and nature is starting to take over...
My grandpa did all the farm-work here by hand or with a horse. I have such fond memories of the days I spent there during my childhood... and I can still smell and taste grandma's cooking!
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What a sweet looking homestead. Were any seeds or plants handed down to you that you continue to grow? My grandmother had given me hollyhock seeds that I grew for several years, but neglected while I was building my home. This year, I sadly did not have any germinate. A lost treasure.
I brought some pansy/viola seeds from Grandma's - they self seed there. Last spring I grew them in STARworks Garden, they were lush and beautiful and I'm hoping that they will self seed here too, however, I saved some seed, just in case. It is sad to lose this treasure... I struggle daily thinking of things that I've lost by leaving home. But no one can take away the memories, and in a way - many things are safer inside us, than lived with daily. More precious. Although I don't know if that is necessarily better. To live with things and possibly not notice what you have... or to be without them, but cherish...
Hmmm, the trick is to cherish what we have in front of us, but often it's hard to see just what you have until it's lost,yes? So then, this picture is in Estonia? Lovely.
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