Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Visit

As kids, a trip to our farmhouse was what my little sister and I eagerly awaited for every weekend. As we approached the gates, we would be pleasantly welcomed by the vast expanse of greenery undisturbed by man. Past the curved driveway we would approach the house to be greeted by my grandma at the portico, who had been patiently waiting for our arrival. The normal silence would be broken by our laughter and greetings and we would then enter the house.