The bright yellow of the daffodil is certainly the first heralds of spring. Abandoned homesteads are always intriquing to me. I try to imagine what life must have been like there.
The bright yellow of the daffodil is certainly the first heralds of spring. Abandoned homesteads are always intriquing to me. I try to imagine what life must have been like there.
Right! It was a family homestead. It was my neighbors grandma years and years ago. It is right on the of where two roads meet.
Did you know the Grandma? Love the old memories.