For some reason, the farm is like this magical place. We don't look at our watches, or worry about keeping a schedule, and we certainly don't stay connected (cell phone service is spotty and there is no internet connection). All this being said, we truly feel like we are away from reality when we are up there...
Lots of flower picking goes on...
And lots of apple picking too! The trees in the orchard weren't quite ready to give up their fruit but the tree on the south east corner of the property was more than ready to let us take its' fruit. There was plenty of proof that the deer had been bedding there, enjoying the apples too. We brought home enough apples to last all year, I have already made one batch of apple butter and will be making more before this week is over. I love the smell of the house when the apples and spices are cooking on the stove...
It's okay if the kids get dirty (plenty of hot water for baths!) and we are so far north that it's almost ten o'clock at night before it really gets dark. When they finally do get to bed, they sleep like logs, comfortably asleep in old farm quilts and blankets...
I'm already counting down the days until we can go up there again...
For some reason, the farm is like this magical place. We don't look at our watches, or worry about keeping a schedule, and we certainly don't stay connected (cell phone service is spotty and there is no internet connection). All this being said, we truly feel like we are away from reality when we are up there...
Lots of flower picking goes on...
And lots of apple picking too! The trees in the orchard weren't quite ready to give up their fruit but the tree on the south east corner of the property was more than ready to let us take its' fruit. There was plenty of proof that the deer had been bedding there, enjoying the apples too. We brought home enough apples to last all year, I have already made one batch of apple butter and will be making more before this week is over. I love the smell of the house when the apples and spices are cooking on the stove...
It's okay if the kids get dirty (plenty of hot water for baths!) and we are so far north that it's almost ten o'clock at night before it really gets dark. When they finally do get to bed, they sleep like logs, comfortably asleep in old farm quilts and blankets...
I'm already counting down the days until we can go up there again...
3 comments:
apples already? lucky you!
Love the pic with your daughter and the flower - beautiful.
I feel the same way about our farm except there is always too much work to do! But I don't think I could ever live in town again. I'd miss the privacy.
It looks beautiful, I grew up on a farm and really miss the wide open spaces and natural beauty. We are trying to save to move back to the country and buy some land of our own, but it's taking so long!!
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