Every morning on the way to drop Sahara off at school, I pass this little house going and coming. There are little farms like this all over many communities. They’re lost, forgotton, falling down.
How does this happen? How does a family farm suddenly become an eyesore? What happens to a family that just simply makes them leave the farm? I always wonder why these little homes aren’t put up for sale. I always find myself thinking that even giving one away at a fraction of the cost would be better than seeing it fall in and become unusable….
…melancholy thoughts on this rainy day.