The Farm

Every chance we get we go to "The Farm." No, it isn't actually a farm, but it used to be and the barn is still standing. My grandparents live in my great-grandparents old homestead for over half the year. They raise a garden and do all other 'old' things there, like sit in a porch swing and drink coffee at all times of the day. I have been going to this very special place my entire life. My grandad, the great man that he is, has remodeled it over the years and added some modern conveniences, like a shower (it used to just have a bath tub) and a washer and dryer and finished the upstairs. My gramma has made it a home with all of her womanly touches. It is now a great 4 bedroom house with lots of love and lots space for their family.

We haven't gotten to go since mid-April, and we were way past due. Lydia and I rode up with my parents and their dog, Murphy, on Wednesday.

Taking a nap is better at the farm.

Playing in the pool is super fun.

Sitting in the window... 

Reading stories

Grandad hugs are the best.

Learning to shell peas and doing a good job.

Playing in the flower garden.

Everything is better with ladybug boots.

There's always a puzzle on the table at the farm.

Lydia now really likes crullers, but who doesn't?

 "Hi Gramma. Whatcha donin'?"

Friday was very rainy so we played on the Nook a lot,

dressed up in Gramma's shoes,

 

 checked on Murphy,

and watched movies.

We're getting really close to being potty trained!

Packing to leave.... :( 

No good trip would be complete without a nap on the ride home.