Remembering the days

remembering those beautiful days spent in south Georgia at the farm. Hunting and fishing and doing the things I truly love. I am sure they will come back again, as my mother has shared my father's secret with me although I have not told him and will not tell him. If I keep my s*** tight and wired together it is already been decided that the farm shall One Day become my personal Paradise and slice of heaven. My father has decided this and it pleases my heart to the extent of having no words. Not because of the value of the land but because of the intense family connection that I feel there my grandfather and grandmother will always be present