You Know You're In the Country When...

You know you're in the country when...

Your neighbor mows the lawn with a tractor.

The view from the porch includes a weathered wood barn.

The sunsets are golden through the trees and fields.

We're enjoying this time at my parents' home this summer.

You can't keep this kid out of water...

I was doing some work in the yard this morning, and trying to water the beds. My dear daughter cannot keep out of the water. I finally gave up and told her to get out of her soaking wet clothes and get her swimsuit on, and she was so happy to play in the sprinkler I had set out in the front. Before long she had gotten some plastic containers and was contentedly making "dirt soup," as she called it. I think the plants still got watered, but so did my little angel.

Camping

Our lives have been so full of stress and work lately. We've moved and put our home on the market, and haven't had much time to enjoy the summer. But last weekend we were able to go camping with my parents to a lovely little campground called Paradise Creek. It was shady and green, mossy and peaceful. It seems this is the place to go if you have young children, because almost every site was full with families and dogs. The Wind River flows by, and Paradise Creek makes a safer wading area on the other side of the campground. Papa and Grandma cooked, and the kids ran around and played hard in the woods.

Papa made hamburgers and other delectable dishes over the fire

They made a new friend and we all thoroughly enjoyed our weekend. It was the longest I was able to sit and knit for quite awhile.

Here are some photos from our weekend.

The kids made people out of fir cones, lichens and sticks

They did lots of art and Aaron read at least two books

We played in the creek and looked for interesting rocks

It's nice to see my husband happy

We found a cool beetle one day