There is something special about being back in the country. Maybe it's the smell of fresh cut grass, the sound of the buzzing bumblebees, or the way the wind blows just right through the trees. Or my favorite... the way you can tell what time it is because the church bells play a song at 9, noon, 3, and 6. Whatever it is, the country is such a special place to call "home."
Abby loves spending time at Gramma and Grandad's house, especially time outside. There is just so much to see! She plays on the front porch and just waits for something to catch her eye. It doesn't take long before she's watching the birds fly off the birdhouse, the bumblebees whizzing by, or the trees swaying in the breeze. Abby and Gramma enjoyed a lot of time outside yesterday soaking up the beautiful weather! They watched and fed the chickens, smelled flowers, and Abby even got to swing with Gramma. While they played, I sat back and played with my camera. The black and whites are pictures of the old chicken coop that my parents once shared with the neighbors.
Yesterday was a special day, a time to remember my childhood and appreciate the wonderful place I will always call home.
3 comments:
I feel the same way every time I go "home" too! There is nothing like the country. Loved this and all of the pictures of Abby with your mom!
Okay, so I always knew you were a country girl at hear, but you have Chickens? Why am I so shocked about that?
Thanks Kir!! You are right - nothing like the country... I love it!!!
So funny Carol.. the chickens are actually my neighbors but my family has shared them over the years. They don't do it anymore though so we just walk across the dirt road and visit them now :)
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