Another beautiful photo of the farm by Cousin Scott.
As a girl, I would sit under that tree with my dog, Mingo, and tell him all my problems. He never had any answers but I always felt better after I had a talk with him.
I had an inquiry about the stone. It is an old stone from a Grist Mill. It belonged to my Granddad Henderson . My Grandad was a collector of all kinds of old things and he probably rescued this from an old mill that was being demolished. Back in the day when people needed their wheat and corn ground for baking, this old stone would have come in useful.