Your book made me think of my childhood.
Well, I didn't grow up in a farm. We, me and my husband are more like city people. NJ, Boston, NY, etc.
I used to stay at my Grandmother's house in the country every summer when I was a little child.
It was a farm house near the ocean in a quaint fishing village.
That experience stayed in my heart forever. Persimmon trees over stonewall with black tile roof over it.