These big old walnut trees have greeted me upon arrival to the farm drive since i was a child. Then
These big old walnut trees have greeted me upon arrival to the farm drive since i was a child. Then it was my Grandma Ruth’s house. I’d sit under these giants as she pulled weeds and picked strawberries in the nearby garden. Now it is my Parents’ home and seeing them dressed in frost floods me with a fondness that only the squirrels can rival. -- source link