Yesterday, we went for a drive – heading towards Waconia and the farm where my dad spent his first 13 years. On our way, we stopped at a magnificently landscaped yard. The lady was in the driveway, so we pulled in and asked if we could take photos. I took photos, the rest of them visited with the very nice man and woman who own the home and yard. This little church was built in 1863! We stopped in to visit my dad’s cousin and his wife; they still live on the farm across the street from the farm where my dad lived. The barn and house are still standing. Lots of trees now too. I loved the texture of the weathered barn wood and rock foundation.