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When we moved to the country, to the ‘berg’, to Glory Farm many family and friends alike questioned our thinking. (Actually, this trend did not completely go away, we’ve just gotten better at ignoring them). Sweet P. was not one of those. She ‘got it’.

It just took longer for her to make her inaugural visit. Make it she did, complete with the sweetest of entourage.

Sweet P., Mr. South Pas and the Hawaiian Gma wanted to see everything and I mean everything. All the animals, my old wood & window stash, My Loving Spouse’s workshop, Cluckingham Palace, the barn and we’d yet to make it in the house.

They brought us tea towels to say nothing of the gifts for Gunner & The Little Miss.

Sweet P. is a die hard bargain hunter. Great excitement was evident, as we set out early for 2 garage sales on each side of our valley and…I couldn’t find either one. (I know, it is a gift.) The drive was beautiful. It reminded me of when I was a Realtor and I’d get a little bit ‘lost’ while showing houses. I got really good at saying things like, “Oh, I just wanted you to see more of the neighborhood”.

Mr. South Pas. enjoyed riding the newest ‘toy’, My Loving Spouse picked up for free at a Garage sale. (Yes, a garage sale he actually found). Yep, free and he had it running in no time. Mr. South Pas. listened intently to all of our safety instructions, as these little things turn over pretty easily.

Until his wife, Sweet P. wanted a ride.

The Hawaiian Gma was intrigued by our herd. The Jett showed off that he was indeed the alpha male of the alpaca herd.

Then they got to experience the Ellensburg wind. The 30 mph gusts had them shelving their plans for doing ‘farm chores’, riding on the mower or playing croquet and they headed inside. Just in time for group #2.

This ‘little’ guy was 3 years old, when his family moved in next door. Our families became very close and from here I launched my stellar babysitting career.

Mark’s Brother and his family had plans to camp in the yard, but with the 30 mph winds….they chose to spend the night in the barn. (Yes, I offered them beds…but they had a plan). Mark’s Brother moved through the house looking for and finding keepsakes from my parents home.

All 9 of us fit easily around the new kitchen table. Summer-time fare, water-melon, potato salad and sausages. We emptied the freezer with all of the sausages My Loving Spouse had made. Adventures in eating with promises that there would be no condemnation, should you get one you didn’t like. (Turn that link in for another). Our home was full and the mix of mayhem felt wonderful.

Even if we had to break out the mood lighting for puzzle doers to keep at work.

The joy that comes from being together with people who know both your joys and sorrows, whether from days long past as well as those few people who know the very tender spots in your heart today….is priceless….

and we are blessed.

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  • Peggy O'Leary July 23, 2021, 2:04 pm

    Our day and a half visit to Glory Farm was filled with many joyful conversations, restful nights falling asleep listening to frogs croaking and waking to the sound of cows mooing, yummy food, much admiration and many kudos for the work to renovate the 1889 farmhouse, need I continue? Our time at Glory Farm was the best part of our vacation! 🧡 Sweet P

    • Ellen July 23, 2021, 4:51 pm

      Just to darn short of a stay.

  • Doris miner July 22, 2021, 12:29 pm

    Another great story

    • Ellen July 22, 2021, 5:10 pm

      Thank you, Doris!

  • Miriam Ellis July 21, 2021, 6:48 am

    Looks like a great visit from dear friends! You are so lucky…. and blessed.

    • Ellen July 21, 2021, 7:51 am

      Love you, Mims.

  • Terri July 20, 2021, 10:16 pm

    The mix of mayhem, love that!

    • Ellen July 21, 2021, 7:51 am

      Thanks, Terri.
      Hope you’re having a lovely summer.

  • Diane Brown July 20, 2021, 8:54 pm

    How wonderful to have such dear visitors! Blessed you are! And they are, too!

    • Ellen July 20, 2021, 9:38 pm

      Thank you, dear friend. Miss you

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