At Home in the Country

We've just wrapped up the first of a three part summer stay-cation around the old farmhouse. We didn't venture far, but we were on a very relaxed schedule and the Artist said it best as he commented one evening, 'it's like being at a cottage, except we know where everything is in the kitchen'. And how.We've made peanut butter and chocolate ice cream (someone's favourite!), played games like Apples to Apples and caught up on our Harry Potter watching.

We ventured down the road to pick raspberries. The twins are officially at the age where the prospect of this venture was not in the least bit exciting but what is when you're on the verge of teenager-dom? And that face will be all aglow when a hot raspberry pie is pulled out of the oven on a dark and snow swirled evening in January. Oddly enough, Ember, who shall never partake of the pie, was the only one interested in learning what happens to all those little, red round berries that can roll so quickly across the floor.

There was lots of swimming. Our sweet neighbours recently installed a pool and then decided they'd rather be camping and left us in charge. And they really are sweet because they'll be doing it again next month. Can you say happy glimmer twins?

And the next time someone asks you if turtles fly, you'll be prepared with the right answer, won't you? I'm glad I could help you out with that. Have you flown a kite lately? And I don't just mean watched one, way, way up there but actually held the string in your hands and felt that gentle tug as the wind tries to carry away a toy for itself? Hang on to a kite today, there is no feeling like it. 

And then there was soccer, where some of us pretended we were the next Ronaldo, while some of us pretended we had never, ever played soccer before. 

And a vacation isn't a vacation without a few requisite naps. Some of us however, took this to heart a little more than others. And yes, that's Ember and yes, she's getting big. That's what happens when you don't.stop.eating.

And due to the lack of rain for almost five weeks, there has been an outdoor fire ban in our region. Pair that with a large deer fly population this year and s'mores were made inside, using our indoor/outdoor s'mores maker, purchased when we lived in the city. Sad but true. A testament to our former city life, I find it a little odd that it's still around. Just how long does one have to live in the country before all remnants of city life have been shed? Curious minds want to know.

 I'm joining:

Homestead Barn Hop
Mosaic Monday

~How's your summer shaping up friends?~