The family farm has been passed down through generations. The garage is one of the few places where the collections of farm life have been largely the same for well over half a century now, just with a few additions here, a few things taken away there. My father and mother have taken over the farm from my grandparents and been running it for about 15 years now. One day I will take it over as well. And as we cycle through, we each fill the roles that the farm demands. One in the kitchen canning and processing and drying the harvest, one in the garage sharpening tools and fixing engines, and all in the gardens and fields, and the occasional stroll through the grove. All watching the sunrises and sunsets almost every day.