Where the stars can shine freely in and we can see everyone one of them lit brightly in the dark black scribbled night sky. While you stand on the deck you can see acres and acres and acres of land. The rain makes the beauty of nature grow. Storms rub the dark red paint off the house of where the horses once lived. A grave stone with a garden surrounding it shows appreciation of a woman’s husband replanted in the ground to show her true caring love for him. Trees that wrestle and glide swiftly with a breeze are nature’s way of greeting the afternoon. Raccoons that feed from the dog dish and spiders that rest wherever they please. A moose head rests above the silenced staircase that no one dares to be welcomed in. Turkeys run wild and free. You can hike to the stream and find mossy green stones. An old broken down outhouse stands leaning and rotting in the middle of the woods. This place is beautiful; this place is my Aunt Stars outstanding home.
Aunt Stars Farm
November 12, 2008