Posted by Suzanne McMinn @ 5:05 am | Permalink
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Daily Farmhouse Journal
We drove out to his old family farm, a few miles away from my old farmhouse. He keeps in touch with the 94-year-old man who bought it from his family 60 years ago, and he lets him come out to see the house sometimes. Ed was out in the pasture, doing something farmerish with his cows. 52 is very attached to the old place, and he wanted to show it to me. We sat on the porch glider of the house where his great-grandparents once lived, overlooking the road, waiting for Ed to come back.
Me: Are you real? You’re too perfect.
52: I feel real. I’m not perfect.
Me: I think you’re perfect-for me.
52: I hope so. I’m not as sophisticated and worldly as you are.
Me: I’m not sophisticated. And some people think romance writers are trashy.
52: I don’t care what other people think. But you might get bored with my little world. It’s not as exciting as yours.
Me: My little world is a farmhouse.
52: I like your world. I like you.
Me: Can we go inside?
52: Ed’s not home.
Me: We could just peek….. I want to see the old house.
52: I can’t stop you, can I?
Me: Not really.
We walked around to the side of the wraparound porch. I opened the door, peeked inside. It’s a very old, cool house. Tall ceilings, vintage woodwork. Through the door, I can see original cabinetry in the kitchen, a farm sink, a pie safe… A true 100-year-old kitchen, unlike this old farmhouse. Ordinarily, I’d be fascinated, but-
52: Ed’s going to wonder what we’re doing inside his house.
Me: He’s still in the pasture. He can’t walk that fast. Come inside? For just a minute.
52: Why?
Me: Because-
I took hold of his hand. Me, I touched him! Tugged him inside.
52: What are you doing?
Me: Kissing you. Come here.
Tug.
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