My cousin and I visited the ranch where our grandparents lived while we were growing up. The barn is the only building that is left but it’s still beautiful to me. I spent a lot of time playing in that barn and the creek that runs near it.
The area where the house was is full of beautiful flowering trees and bushes and, of course, rhubarb ~ all a reflection of my grandmother’s love and devotion to her home and garden.
We shared a picnic lunch there and remembered.