I have been going to The Farm for more than 20 years. It is my Aunt Belinda and Uncle Penn’s place: 30 acres of horse farm outside of Stockton New Jersey. It’s 10 miles North of the Delaware River near Lambertville. My son Gareth calls it the greatest place on earth. It has been a gathering place for my mother’s side of the family, 5 sisters one brother and all of their kids, for as long as I can remember.
Today I reconnected with my cousin Robin, from Kingman Arizona. I haven’t seen her in 40 years! We reunited over great food and the beauty of The Farm.
I remembered my Dad often today…..He would have preferred to have been there. So much tenderness caught up in memories; tears and laughter wrapped up in a poignant package. I gulp and swipe at the same time while I tell some of my most cherished memories.
My mom is at The Farm right now, staying in the little Carriage House, trying to figure out where to settle next; beautifully convalescing after the death of my Dad, being restored by the awesome peace of the place, complete with peacocks, bullfrogs, baby bluebirds hatching in the homemade boxes.
I never tire of cresting the hill, seeing the horses in the field, a couple of Binn’s grandkids catching baby turtles in the same pond my kids caught their parents or grandparents.
Time passes, life changes and moves, sometimes so fast that before I even have a chance to take a breath, the next frame and the next and the next have whipped by and I feel out of breath, wanting to catch up, rewind, beg the tempo to go to an adagio that I can stroll through…..
The Farm is like a PAUSE, a moment when I can truly exhale, remember, bask in natural beauty; hug and cry shakily with long lost relatives and rejoice in the sheer wonder of memories old and new.
Miss you Bob Bob
Peaceful Memorial Day Everyone!