We arrived in Kenora, Ont. on the 7th day of our holidays. It is so good to come home. It was hot. The neighbours were in the fields, cutting, raking and baling the hay. The smell was glorious. So many memories of pushing, rolling, and as we got older, throwing those square 80+ pound bales into stooks or onto the back of the half ton truck. Once you reached the appropriate age you learned how to drive. I can at least boast I can drive stick, really well.
One of the first places we went to was the lake property. So beautiful. The water was still quite high, even though it was the end of July. Returning we were blessed with the fabulous view of the homestead. So welcoming. It is good to be home. Can’t say it enough.
He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.