Tales from the
Backyard…Probably the best days of growing up on the farm was when it
stormed. The lightning would flash and
the wind would howl in the trees and rain would fall and it was time for my
brother and I to go out and round up all the pretend cattle in the woods. We would mount our pretend horses and off we
would go, running madly through the storms, from one end of the woods to the
other, much to my mother chagrin, but she didn't stop us. One storm the wind was especially bad and
trees started crashing to the ground around us and here she comes through the
rain and wind and falling trees to collect us from the storms wrath. She couldn't call us in, the wind was too
loud. We didn't resist… After we moved
to town and my brother got sick with Rheumatic Fever, we were never close
again.
