The cool air feels good.  The mountain looms before me.  This farm.  How I love to be here.  Memories of my first view of this mountain still stir within my soul.  The glorious snow covered mount Before there was a barn here, before our marriage.  Those endless days seem so long ago.  Days of falling in love.  The cares and worries around paying bills non-existent. A time for untold joy and innocent living. Now, so much weighs the soul.  We are heading out for a few days.  We still do not travel well.  Always the farm, our ... View Post