Abundance – Why I Return Home in Memories and Belonging

Abundance – Why I Return Home in Memories and Belonging

Abundance of summer evening fun. Plenty. Abundance. Oh, we had it – but were oblivious. Some Sunday evenings we scampered across the field to my uncle’s house while Mama drove the station wagon along the road and down the lane to Maple Shade Farm. The adults sat in the front yard, visiting. We took turns…