PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie
“Summer visits, six years to nine, climbing apple tree, goat’s milk, making butter, feeding the goats, playing with kids,”
I chuckled as I wrote. Old home site memories. No buildings remained. The grave stone was a new fixture. Grandma and Pappy let me roam free on their acreage. Their goat herd was particularly appealing. I remember Grandma affectionately saying, “You old goat,” every time Pappy would pull a trick on me – or her.
“You old goat” is not on the stone, but it was timely that an old goat had wandered into the area as I sat with my remembrances.
Thanks to Rochelle for the 100 word picture prompt challenge.