Our great nephew Anthony asked Jilda and me several weeks ago if he could have his birthday party out our house.
They have a beautiful home but the Yard was not designed for a herd of kids.
Here, we have a fenced in yard for the little ones and about 12 acres of land with hills, hollows, creeks, and rocks as big Voltswagons.
They can play croquet or dodgeball inside the fence, but if they decided on games that need more space it's in the field between the house and barn.
I said all that to say this: We've spent most of the day preparing the place for company next weekend.
It felt good to submerge myself in work that doesn't require brainpower. We planted a patch of old Maids and they are coming up on force. Jilda planted them in neat rows, but it was where we had them last year and hundreds of seeds "volunteered' to come up.
I snapped a picture of a section this morning.