The Buzz of Junebugs Filled the Air

We just got back from a trip to my parents' farm in Southwest Missouri. It is a beautiful place and a welcome change from life in the suburbs of Atlanta.


The sights: cows, chickens, gardens, flowers, hay, old farm equipment baking in the sun.








The smells: hay and bacon.

The sounds: junebugs buzzing in the morning, putt putt of a 1956 John Deer tractor pulling us on a hay ride, voices of family, laughter.












I asked my children what they enjoyed the most about being there. Their answer: just being there. Perfect.