Long walks, Playful days, and a little hidden treasure...

We returned from the farm Wednesday evening (yes, we decided to stay another day) and we are all still recovering from all of the activity and fresh air. You see, being at the farm is like being in a place that is not of this world. Spotty cell phone service, no wi-fi or internet service, no lap tops, not even a chain coffee shop. True, one exit down the high way and there is a small Tanger Outlet Mall and a Super Walmart, but other than that there is nothing. And it is wonderful! We have eighty acres to play in the middle of no where and it is truely God's gift. We took long hikes with the girls and the dog (the dog of course found the muddy swamp every time). Andrew and Fiona flew a kite on a very chilly windy day. Fiona had never flown a kite before so the cold and the wind didn't bother her in the least. We built camp fires, toasted marchmellows and went to bed way past our bed time. It was what I hope will be fond memories for years to come. Finally I found a little hidden treasure for myself. I was looking in the front bedroom closet for an extra blanket when I spotted what I thought was a crocheted blanket. It wasn't, it was a crocheted pillow case and this dainty pretty afghan was folded neatley inside. I pulled it out, placed it on the bed and fell in love with it! Where had this been all this time? Andrew and I have been married ten years this fall and I had not once ever seen this afghan up here. I called my mother-n-law and she knew about the afghan. Apparently, my husband's grandmother had bought something called a daisy maker (probably circa 1980?). She made this afghan with the daisy maker and promptly put it away to keep it clean. I would love to try to make a variation of this afghan but I don't really know where to start. I will have to research this. I think it is beautiful and plan to hang it on my living room wall (once I figure out a way to safely hang it). I may need to convince my husband to paint the living room now...