So, my granddaughter and I are zooming along on the 4-wheeler at the farm, and she says, and I quote, “When we go fast like this, it makes me feel .… free!” She is laughing, and the faster we go, the more she likes it. All the while I am thinking of her uncle and wondering if this is a genetic thing?
She got to feed horses, which made her jump up and down with a big smile, she has done several chalk paintings, seen baby pheasants, and watched her grandma kill multiple Miller moths. Most of these things are anomalies to her life in town. How lucky she will be to have this memory of going to the farm.
Seeing the ‘entire’ sky again is so refreshing. You cannot beat the sunrises and sunsets in the country. My granddaughter says there are millions of bugs out here, but neither of us really mind because some of them are really cool when you look close. She found a new hide-out under a thirty year old spruce tree, and amazingly, there weren’t any bugs in there. There was a dead snake in the well house, and a dead mouse in the house, but hey, they were dead so easy to deal with, right?
In her six year old wisdom, she told me she supposed there was a lot of work when you lived on the farm, but there was a lot of fun too. Such insight.
To end a great visit, I locked the keys to the kid’s rental car IN the rental car and had to call a locksmith. My daughter was texting me at the same time to inform me that their flight was delayed by four hours, which got longer as the day went along. And so it goes….