Happy Hour

Happy hour is the second best part of the day, after bedtime of course. A family tradition of meeting at various houses for libations, snacks and great conversations.  This afternoon was at the family homestead, a place I have travelled to every summer.  The adults sat on the screened porch as the kids ran through the fields and played in the barn.  Eventually their stomachs got the best of them and they were on the hunt for food.  They made short work of anything that the adults had left.

This barn holds so many wonderful memories.  I have journeyed here every summer for the last 44.  My grandfather bought this farm in 1929 and was a working farm before that.  Now it holds memories and treasures from the family over the years.  I love the the patina of the shingles, the iron door handle, the chopping block for splitting wood, the rope swing and all of the old license plates that grace the back wall.  Many an hour was spent whiling away the afternoon, trying to keep out of the way of mom and chores before cellphones and electronics.   Oh the good old days.