I guess I picture Dannielynn running around and exploring the farm....like I did when I was a kid...at “my grandparents farm”.
Don’t get me started about the farm. My granddaddy’s farm was the most serene, wonderful place when I was a child. I played at the pond and in the woods. Helped slop the hogs, fed the chickens, gathered hickory nuts behind the barn. My granddaddy would not let me milk the cow, so he put me in the corncrib so I could watch him. He was afraid I would get kicked in the head. DL would love a life in the country, I believe, if she had the chance.