It makes me chuckle to think that my mom used to come to the Big City to see farms, and barns, sometimes. Forsythe Farms, Richter’s Herbs, Cullen Barns…
Having experienced, when I was first married, some homesickness for country roads, I vividly remember the first time I took my wee little boy to Forsythe Farms, a little north of Toronto here. The smell of hay! The sound of roosters! The noisy, cackling excitement of the hens when it was meal time! At that time they hadn’t expanded very much, and the handfuls of children who were around while their mothers shopped in the market, were allowed to climb up the (very low) hay loft and jump into the hay. The owners had a son about the same age as Sam.
We went back often, and on one visit we found a kid-sized wooden train to picnic in; the next time there were little animal-feed poles where you could put in a quarter and feed the goats; soon there were wagon tours you could take, and not just out to pick strawberries. They were even open in December–we took Sam’s birthday party there when he turned 5.
One of the best times to visit the Farm was in the Fall of course, especially after the delicious fresh-picked corn was done, and they’d set up an adult-sized corn maze. They usually had new little kittens to pet, too.
Once we discovered Whittamore’s Farm, it seemed more on the way to home, though we still went to Forsythe for corn sometimes. (But Sam had grown up by then–I don’t know if he was ever at Whittamore’s.) Last time Rej & I were there at Forsythe, some important-looking men were walking around… The lady told us they were condo-developers. And now we hear that Forsythe Farms is indeed, gone. Gone!
Every time I thought about it yesterday, I choked up a little. So I decided not to think about it. (I’m getting pretty good at not thinking about things! ;) ) Anyway, why should it matter, now? Funny eh?
“Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious – the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse.” (Philippians 4:8)