Liam...

Scissors...


HAIR...


AGAIN...


Need I say more?

THE Briar Patch

We are at my parents home visiting for a couple of weeks. I get so excited about the littlest things about being home. Weeding a garden, (I hated this as a kid) getting a chore from my Dad, (also not a childhood favorite) mowing fields, (this has become exponentially cooler as an adult, and with the introduction of the riding lawn mower...) etc. But today I realized, it's the clothes line I love the most here. It's probably the COOLEST thing about living in the middle of no where. Today the wind is blowing, which I hated as a kid, but I'm doing laundry and I'm planning on hanging the clothes out to dry. They will come in as stiff as a board, and I'm excited about it. I've learned how to cheat a little and stick them all into the dryer with a softener sheet for about five minutes when they are done on the line and that helps with the stiffness. But the smell is the kicker. Fresh air on clean laundry! I'm so excited I can hardly wait for the washer to be done.

I love the silence. I've forgotten how much I miss that. AND as I have become a mother I've discovered the coolness of telling the kids to shut off the wii, and "go play outside".
(My folks have a wii, WE do not have a wii, and WE will not EVER have a wii...
"ahhhh, Mom!!" "Sorry!" (NOT!) just can't bring myself to introduce brain rot to my kids)
Right now the kids are up painting the play house, with real paint. A chore from Grandpa. They are in kid heaven. Red Paint! They are making enough noise to scare away the neighborhood bear, and the Deer that now come right up to the house to eat my Mom's flowers, right out of the pots. Deer! As kids growing up here, we made so much noise they only came around in the very early hours of the morning to munch on the grass, and now my parents instead of thinking of them as beautiful visitors, consider them to be pests. How things change.

I do miss the dog. But the cat brought home a rabbit for her dinner just yesterday and left just the hind legs out on the porch for Mom and Dad as a present. My kids were horrified. Just part of the circle of life, I explained to them. It's such a different education here.

I'm so enjoying my time here!

This is my Briar Patch...So PLEASE MISTER! Don't throw me in the Briar Patch!