On Monday past, the kids and I spent the day visiting friends on their farm. It was great fun. This farm has been in constant production for nearly 200 years. Gives living history new meaning.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by scores of daffodills everywhere. It was stunning. The camelias and sasanquas were in full bloom and native raspberries were springing up like flu bugs in winter. We walked through brambles, and fields littered with peanut hulls and dried corn cobs from last year's crops. Saw armadillo holes and the initial stages of an orchard. But the two main highlights for my kids were playing with our friends' four cats and helping plant a cherry tree.
The kids spent time with the cats as we shared breakfast in a rooster-themed farmhouse kitchen. (My kind of decor.) The felines, equally curious about the kids as the kids were about them, played cat and mouse. No pun intended. The cats made such an impression that in the middle of dinner that evening, the kids crawled under the table and meowed at me until I fed them. My husband walked in during this new game called Cat and thought it was delightful.
The second highlight was not so much planting the tree as the steps involved in planting the tree. We had to wheel supplies out into the middle of the field, stopping at the pond to fill 5 gallon jugs, with my son wielding a spade the entire time. The kids got to run wild in a spring-like breeze, and I only thought about snakes a few times. How's that for progress?!?
One thing that stood out for me was how patient my friends were with my toddlers and how willing they were to keep them involved in everything, which I can attest is no easy feat. I was so appreciative. And the kids can't wait to go back.