Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Growing Up

How does time pass so fast?

Wasn't it yesterday when they were small? (Cue "Sunrise, Sunset" music.)

This is a photo of my youngest child. Perhaps, at 15, "child" is not the word I should be using.

The grain leg needed greasing before we ran corn through it. Used to be The Farmer would climb right up there and git 'er done. No fear of heights.

I wasn't in on the conversation, but I was around to see the results. The Farmer was on the ground, looking up. The Boy was the one way up high doing the greasing.

Enough to curdle a mother's blood!

1 comment:

  1. That's for sure. I remember distinctly going to a meeting when our son was 2. Two! Now he's 11.


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