Country Lane

The Lone Tree


When the children were very young, only the first two were born, after dinner all four of us would cross a busy road/highway to spend the last hours of daylight walking down our "country road." Luke and Jarmon would scamper about looking for rocks, bugs or whatever little boys dream about. We would bring a plastic wagon their grandmother had given them for Christmas one year to pull them alone when they got tired. Ruth came alone later and she joined us, first in a front pack and then in the wagon. It was a magical walk full of laughter and chatter. So peaceful and calming after a hard day.

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