It's medicine for my soul to walk over the farm where my grandparents lived, the place of some of my fondest childhood memories. We live a distance so trips are infrequent and short, I have to soak up all the goodness I can when we do go. The screen door that leads into the service porch, what Southerners call the room where we keep our deep freeze, is old and creaky.... just the way it should be at an old farmhouse. The screen is giving way around the door pull and if we lived there, that's one of the things I'd want to repair first. No one likes flies buzzing around the house. Summers at Grandma's the windows would all be propped up with sticks, the screen door opened first thing in the morning when she got up to fix breakfast. The night air would cool off the house so much that you'd be a little chilly when you first got up. She would have breakfast almost ready when my eyes would pop open and Grandpa would be calling for me to get up. Sleepyhead, summer lay before me like a rainbow quilt. The best thing about summer was doing nothing--- all.day.long. Grandson Gavin starts his summer vacation this week. He is looking forward to sleeping late, going to bed way past his bedtime and doing nothing. Some things never change!