Many years ago I used to walk all the way down the lane to the bus stop, the family dogs with me, to wait for the kids to get off the bus and tell me about thier day at school.
Who would have thought that many years later I would get the same opportunity, only this time I would ride the four-wheeler down, with two dogs amd the littlest grandchild? We wait at the end of the lane, tossing pebbles in the irrigation ditch, looking for bugs, and finding pretty stones until the bus comes.
Then a fast trip down the little dirt road to an after school snack, fun for Grammy conversation, a little down-time until 5:00 p.m. Then its homework time and usually Dad is home to get the kids.
I like the fact that this history did repeat itself.
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 