This weekend we had our very last visit at Grandma & Grandpa's farm
(the funny farm, or Lyndon Farm, depending on who's asking).
It's a special place and it will be missed, but remembered fondly for oh-so-many reasons.
We'll remember mom and dad's fancy engagement party (before they were Mom and Dad), with outdoor tents, real china and a beautiful future ahead.
We'll remember zooming around in the ATV and golf cart, with dad driving, me holding on tight and mom watching nervously from the top of the hill.
We'll remember watching deer, wild turkeys and far off coyotes (or wolves, depending on who's looking).
We'll recall building snow men, snow forts and tobogganing down the huge hill down to the bush behind the house.
We will think back and be amazed that I used to have baths in the kitchen sink - that's how small I was!
We'll remember Penguin Point and swimming in the pond (well, mom will anyways).
We'll remember Grandpa happily driving the tractor in all seasons with various kinds of implements attached to the back.
We will remember the beautiful maple syrup made with love from the maple trees there each spring and picking apples in the orchard by the road.
We will remember getting stuck in snowbanks on the long driveway and we will never forget the warm, welcoming lights in the house as we arrive in the dark after the trip 'up to the farm'.
But we have new memories to make, more family dinners to eat and lots of things to laugh about in the years ahead in Grandma and Grandpa's new house, where...
...I have my own room.
Post Script: Mom is smart and she asks good questions. She discovered that the tap-dancing competition was not an officially sanctioned Montessori activity. My friends Selinah, Nomthi and I concocted both the idea for the competition, and the moves. (But I am still the best).
