Time moves forward and there is nothing that can stop it. I was reminded of that during a recent visit to my grandpa’s farm to celebrate his 89th birthday. Where did the time go? I have poignant memories of visits to the farm over the years, but this was my first visit in over 2 1/2 years, which made the changes seem that much more obvious. Driving a route that I could normally traverse with my eyes closed, I missed the final turn because a landmark sign for the nursery on the property just north of my Grandpa’s was no longer there; the owner had retired. Would this be a sign of things to come? Once on the right road, the late afternoon shadows cast by the silo had the barn so hidden that I wondered if it had been taken down. It wasn’t until I was a quarter-mile or … Keep reading!