A fog greeted us as we woke up on Grandpa's Farm Saturday morning. The corn was hidden from our view. The sheds were peaking out from above the fog.
When the fog lifted I started to see beauty all around me. In the tall green grass and the weathered sheds. This old farm has seen many years and many generations.
My girls do not see buildings that need to be painted or swing sets that need to be replaced. Instead they see paths to explore and homes for kittens.
I am so thankful that when the fog lifted, my eyes were open to the beauty of the farm. Next time we visit many of the buildings will be painted and the old wood cleared away. Although a fresh coat of paint will bring newness to the view, the memories of old will always remain.