This is what we do down on the farm on a lazy July 4th afternoon.
Just to clarify, I don’t live on a farm. I am currently staying at my parents’ house for an extended period of time. Life is a little slower here than what I’m accustomed to. I’ve learned to appreciate the slow lane.
And to clarify further still, my parents’ place isn’t really a farm. They have about 10 acres, a garden, and when they first moved here, about 25 years ago, they raised a small herd of cattle, if 3 or 4 bovine creatures can be called a herd.
On this July 4th afternoon, with a cool breeze blowing, my daughter and I watched the farmer from down the road bale the hay that was cut just last week as we dined al fresco on our non-traditional Fourth of July food, in this unusually humidity-free day.
Not something I’ve ever done in the past on the Fourth of July.
There’s a simple beauty to a role of hay, no?
What was your Fourth of July like?
I have been in the mountains this week to have a reunion with my mom’s dad’s family. Oh, and to show off my new grandbaby and her sweet parents. Beautiful weekend!
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So good to go to family reunions. I can’t wait for the whole grandbaby thing.
My parents live on a farm too. Kinda. It has even acres, one barn, two fields, two dogs, one cat, a horse and a mule.
Yeah, that counts.
It’s nice to stay there when life gets crazy up here.
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I love those “kinda’ farms. My grandparents were “real” farmers. They farmed for a living. I think that is the beauty my parents get from their kinda farm. I’m glad you have one to go to as well.