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I love my farm house
I love my fairy field
I love the old barn
I love the garden's yield
I love the orchard
And my old willow tree
Boom-di-ya-da boom-di-ya-da boom-di-ya-da boom-di-yay

Ahem.

Guess who went out to the farm today? Go on, guess. I'll wait.

Parts of it are just as I remember it. The barn is just as I remember it in particular, only with less cow smell 'cause of the whole no cows thing. The road up is not as I remember. Most of the lots have changed hands, sort of, being as they've been passed down or sold within the extended family that used to own them. The house that used to belong to L is gone now, completely gone. She used to have a sort of a house on stilts/two-story house, with most of the living going on on the top place. And if I remember right her husband made squirrel stew. And they had a barn towards the front with various state license plates hung on it, and hubcaps and things. They also had, or at least I think it was theirs, an old bus that was up the road a bit and tucked away that had been almost completely grown in and over with weeds. I always wanted to explore there, but it wasn't all that safe for a seven-eight-nine-whatever year old and I never remembered to badger anyone into it. I called it the haunted bus, which may also explain my reluctance to go alone.

The orchard is about as I remember, though less tended since people aren't there as often. The old fir tree? Is now HUGE. Really, really huge. Which prompted my aunt to reminisce about how she'd brought the one that's next to the house down from up the mountain a ways and it was about four feet tall. That one's always been huge in my memory.

( And then I rambled some more )