Goats dotted the pasture and chickens came running for the grain my mother-in-law would toss. My boys loved going there, especially Jesse. He loved gathering eggs. Brett and Nate spent a lot of hours helping Grandpa (Brett's Dad) build and rearrange and care for things.
But today, Grandpa needs care and the farm is empty. It was the impending loss of Saturday mornings with Grandpa that finally turned years of talking about chickens into a backyard full of actual chickens last year.
I drew this little chicken and left it in a book in the library in Hayden, Idaho (where we once lived). This week, it came back.
The finder wrote: Hello--
I absolutely LOVE this idea! It was such a sweet thing to find tucked away in a book. (The Good Pig). What a blessing to find something so personal!
_The Good Pig_ is a fun book. I received my copy from a friend I've been writing to for years. We had never met at the time (we have now!) Today, she and I exchange long letters in tiny, pretty notebooks.
My thanks to the finder for returning this postcard! I hope you enjoyed _The Good Pig_ as much as I did!
I absolutely LOVE this idea! It was such a sweet thing to find tucked away in a book. (The Good Pig). What a blessing to find something so personal!
_The Good Pig_ is a fun book. I received my copy from a friend I've been writing to for years. We had never met at the time (we have now!) Today, she and I exchange long letters in tiny, pretty notebooks.
My thanks to the finder for returning this postcard! I hope you enjoyed _The Good Pig_ as much as I did!
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