A few weeks ago while enjoying a long walk in the early morning when the dew was still on the grass I found myself pondering the significance of the seasons of one's life and one’s personal history—first our ancestors and our nation and then our immediate family. For some reason I was lead in my thinking to my own history.
It was at that point I began a walk back in time and it seemed so real as I experienced once again in my mind and heart the sounds, the smells, and the memories of the past. They flooded back into my mind in such a way that I felt I had actually returned to my childhood. The feelings came back like echoes from a prairie. I was back to a glorious place on top of our haystack somewhere between earth and sky!