Field of dreams

This field that we walk around on our trek from Silverado evokes interesting thoughts and ideas from my mom. She wonders how it got there, she thinks it would be a nice place to build a house, she wonders if "they" will keep it that way. Today she also wondered if, during the summer, "they" could stop the religious programs. I asked about that. What religious programs? Then it turned completely around into her saying she'd like to know more about the bible, and she said she'd like to know more about what Mary did after Jesus died (good question!), and if she kept in touch with her three kids. I went with that one, suspecting she was now thinking about herself and her own three kids, and asked her where she thought they all lived. She said she thought it was around here somewhere. 

I love these conversations.