There is nothing like the sound of little voices
to bring this farm to life
in an extraordinarily special way.
It's been three months since tiny feet have run free here,
filling the air with laughter.
Finally, this week, the littlest of our beloved grandchildren
came to spend a few days on the farm.
And my empty baskets are once again full!
Baskets once filled with conversation and fellowship,
touch and hugs,
have gone unfilled for months.
Oh, I have missed sharing this wonderful place
with those I love so dearly.
I took a few days off from blogging so that I could be 100%
present and immersed in playtime,
and gator rides,
and animal love.
It was three days of Grammie Heaven...
and my heart is full.
The rest of me is exhausted!...
in the best possible way.
Easton ate his weight in garden greens,
while Mackenzie lavished affection on Griz.
We had quite the adventure on Wednesday morning...
rescuing the big ole snapping turtle that had been hanging around the arena,
earlier in the week.
Wednesday morning we found it trying to crawl into my garden, it's head
stuck through the fence, but its shell not budging.
With a very hot day predicted, we thought it best to rescue
this fellow and...