There are many special things about Kentucky that I have a lot of Gratitude and Thanksgiving for:
1. I love my mother for her strength, perseverance and dedication to life.
2. I love KY for being my birthplace, I have deep roots buried in the rich clay soils here.
3. I love the Oak, Maple, Locust, Sassafrass, Hickory, Birch, Pine, Chestnut, Elm, and Sycamore trees.
4. I love the KY bluegrass, fescue and the gentle rolling hills green as far as the eye can see.
5. I really miss the agriculture crops grown here – corn, soybeans, wheat and tobacco.
6. I miss being outdoors with the season as the crops are growing and nature is doing its thing.
7. I don’t miss the summer humidity so much, but I do miss the abundant pure water supply on the farm. It’s one of the great features of clay soils, they provide excellent filtration and keep the ground water safe from unwanted chemicals and pollution. A family friend told me the water in West KY was some of the purest on the planet.
8. I miss the family, friends and country neighbors – it’s a comforting feeling knowing your neighbors.
9. I love the West – CA and NM – they’re my new homes, but I also love my roots. I am grateful for my farm background. My connection with the Mother Earth and Mother Nature. It was no accident I was born here!
10. I love the KY Wildcats. You’d have to grow up here to know what I mean.
11. I love my visits home and get more and more excited every time I come home.
12. And I love that my daughter, Ruby comes home with me every Thanksgiving. We have a great time traveling, talking and playing monopoly!
Hi David! Nice photos! The three of you look so happy. Ruby is such a cutie! I like the photo of the farm. It’s so pretty, blue sky and green grass. I like how open it is, lots of sky and land. Thanks for posting. I’m glad you enjoyed your time at the farm. I like this posting about your feelings about where you grew up and spending time with Ruby and your Mom. SWEET!
Love, Faye
Thanks Faye! That green in the KY fields is winter wheat, and it’s true now with “big farming” the fields are much larger than when I was growing up. There used to be many fences and barns in those fields…it was beautiful then and it’s beautiful now.
David
It’s for sure, Home is where the heart is. It chokes me up a bit just thinking about it The feeling comes from within my heart. I’m glad of your reconnection with your birth place. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like being surrounded by such beauty but you carry it with you and I can hear it in your voice when you speak about home. I can see it in your relationship with Ruby and your mom. She looks like quite the energetic person. It’s amazing how we take our mom’s for granted in their tirelessness and effortless ways thinking that’s what their supposed to do and our place of birth, how it’s always going to be their. When you mentioned the surroundings of your home I was thinking skyscrapers and subways. When you wrote about Kentucky Bluegrass. I thought of sidewalks but that’s my home, NYC. Where most of my family resides. Home of the Knicks, Giants and Mets. If it wasn’t for my uncle who took me and my two cousins to the mountains of New York state. Who knows where I might have ended up. Thanks uncle Ken and a belated Happy Thanksgiving. Also to you David and those reading this, Thanks again for being their brother.
Love=====Terry