Kelly, mom and I went to Bemidji this weekend to visit the farm. My grandma is moving to an apartment after living in the same house that my grandpa was born in for over 50 years. It is sad to say goodbye to this place as the family knows it. Its easier to know that the barn will still be standing next year and the flowers will still be blooming. We helped Grandma move some things to her new place and she is so excited - I can tell its time. So even though this trip was a last visit of sorts, I know that the spirits of the activities remain. Cows and flowers and haybales; horses and gardens and pastures; playhouses and sleigh rides; watering troughs and haylofts...