To Grandmother's House We Go

My grandmother really does live over the river and through the woods.

While back for my recent trip to Iowa, I took the opportunity to do some more photo documentation of her farm. I've taken a few pics of it over the years. It really has changed. When I was a child there was a huge garden, a chicken coop, goats, and several more barns. But time has changed, and my grandmother is now 95 years young. She still gets around though, and in fact, to celebrate her 95 birthday last year she stayed up until dawn playing penny/nickel machine video poker at the casino (one of her favorite past times). However, as time marches on, it became more difficult to maintain the farm, so it has become more and more sparse. Addtionally, it has been an unusually warm winter in the midwest, so the farm absent of snow, had a really eerie, barren feel. Almost as if it were a cold desert with all the brown hues. Here are some pics from my afternoon walking around the farm and surrounding creek.