The farm opportunity holds many surprises. Not the least of which is the city born, gun averse Groom, who now never misses the opportunity to help eradicate the stinky, nasty, overly pooping pigeon population in the barn. The biggest surprise was his announcement that he’d like to go bird hunting, much to the delight of my loving hunter spouse. Grandma as well, decides she’d like to try a little target practice.
The offspring too believe, no one is too old to have fun. This weekend I was hit with water balloons, we played golf on the pasture, I lost at cards, and jumped into the (cold and a bit slimy) pond. Getting into the pond was actually the easy part. The dock needs a few more rungs on its ladder so climbing out is a bit of a challenge. With the Groom’s help I managed to land on the dock with all the grace and agility of a beached whale. I am glad we stopped some of the work for fun and really wouldn’t have changed a thing, well, except for the kids aim with the water balloons.
Love it!
Nothing like having fun! Keep it up.
Love to you all,
Sheena