I recently took this photo of a house I lived in, up north, almost 60 years ago. It's slowly falling in. There were wildflowers(and weeds) in the front yard, a cemetery to one side and behind, and trains about an acre away behind, that ran thru night and day. In the summer, many wild strawberries grew along the tracks. We had a woodshed attached to the kitchen side and no indoor plumbing... Going out there at night was a little scarey, we could see the tombstones... The house was across the street from a lake, I spent hours in the water every summer day. The photo of me was taken when we lived there.