To the farm born

Photo and words by S.W. Cosgrove

Found in the bottom of a box, a faded photo from the late 20th century reminds me….

I’m thankful for the good fortune of being to the farm born

to know the everyday miracles of life and the daily wisdom of death

the smell of fresh turned earth

clover meadows washed in spring rains

a lively horse and a smart dog

the summer sun setting late through the oak trees around the screen porch

dandelion wine from a chipped water glass

and chokecherry preserves on fresh baked bread….

6 thoughts on “To the farm born

  1. You and I know the importance of these experiences. It is the closeness to nature in day to day life. It is something that money can”t buy. City people miss out on so much and they don’t even know it…….Curt

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  2. Yes – I have very fond memoires of chokecherry jelly! I was guided by my dear Grandmother and Grandfather is picking the fruit at the right time – otherwise, it would, indeed, choke you!


  3. I remember the place you grew up – on the outer edge of Stillwater.
    My mom was often concerned for your family which seemed to be struggling in so many ways.
    As a little kid, it gave me the opportunity to see that people thrived in different ways and saw beauty in different things.

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  4. So true. Your Mom, who insisted we just call her Vona, was a real blessing. She and your Dad used to take me roller skating in North St. Paul when I was a young lad. I loved to skate, and they were both excellent skaters. Your Mom taught me how to dance on skates! And she brought me Joan Baez first album to listen to on my $15 portable record player, a true gift.


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