Cooler Mornings, Cooler Evenings

Home sweet home.  Mornings are cooler, evenings are cooler. This change of seasons we're embracing.

Random smiles...

All in a day...

Morning plans.

Guard dogs with big jobs.

A very good problem.

Tuckered out.


Evening barefoot fun.

 

 We're soaking in the rest of this summer bliss.

 

 

 

Digging Potatoes Aftermath.

Two filthy kids, equally as dirty potatoes, and a little multi tasking. The sprinkler washes both.  Two birds, one stone.  I think that clever thinking earns me a piece of cookie cake.

Thrifted. Randoms.

 

Thrifteds

 Four traffic cones (which are useful when we have events), three fantastic books (really, worth having!) and Owl and Rabbit from my little Pooh lovers.  $6.00

Or those cones have been garages too.

 A big laundry basket used for stuffed animals in sweet girl's room. Six American girl books. Three wooden bowls.  $4.50.

 

Random happiness: The beauty that happens when weather changes.

 What she finds to play.

 What he finds to play.

 How she can swing for hours as long as someone pushed her.

 How he randomly decided to clean the car. One bag is for junk, one for recyclables, one for things to put away (he's so my kid.)

Happiness abound.

Corn

Farm to table. Working together as a family to prepare. Sharing with the chickens (who really play with the scraps more than eat them). And then consuming together as a family.  This is what summer eating is all about.

Sharing.

We borrowed a friend's daughter and their fresh air kid for an afternoon recently.

You know what we did? 

We had a picnic.

We went for a walk to see horses.

We picked wild blueberries.

We picked a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.

We and fed the goats some grain.

We held chickens.

We picked snacks from the garden and consumed them right there.

We played in the secret garden. 


It's all stuff we normally do, but we did all of this in the span of a few hours. Would we have done all this on that particular afternoon if it was just the kids and me? Likely not, as there would have been one chore or another that would have gotten in the way.

Sometimes sharing that which we love with others ends up being an unexpected gift for ourselves.  That afternoon was full of good things I treasure, it was an afternoon to remember.  And those pesky chores? I don't even remember what they were. They got done when the time was right. Chores will always be there, but memories can slip away before we have the chance to make them.

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