My Old Kentucky Home.

Cue the banjo. I am so ready to be back on my farm for a bit.  December can't come soon enough.


And because I just have to, here's the first verse and Chorus of My Old Kentucky Home & some pics from last summer on the farm. 


The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night

Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.

My cousin Alex riding Papaw's Tractor on the farm.

My Brother & Niece + A view of the Farm.

Moo Cow.

The back barn. I can still see Papaw piddling around...

My Niece and I last summer. I'm always behind the camera, not often in front of it.

So I made my brother take one of me that day. All natural, down on the farm. Like a kid again.