Farmer In Training...

My hubby and I have been out of town this last week, a getaway to relax physically and recharge spiritually. We left our kiddos with  a couple of brave wonderful families in the church and headed out east with my parents. Let me just say we had a fabulous time of fellowship with friends who drove in from different states! You know your having good conversation when no one wants to leave the lunch table. We just sorta' settled back in our chairs after the food was gone and kept right on talking.

On Thursday we hit the road after the evening service and drove all night to get home. We made great time but crashed for several hours before picking up the kids, who were super excited to see us! My youngest has become my little shadow.

The two boys stayed with a family who live on a farm, and my oldest was excited to share with us and his Grammie the fruits of his labor. I gladly opened the text box for my mom and handed him the phone. The dialog went something like this...

The fresh eggs are super good, by the way, but that's not all he did while he was away. He went on to tell her how he came by these eggs...

Then there's the cantaloupe...

While texting he discovered the emojis, much to his delight; and I'm sorry but his arm is way skinnier than the flexed emoji arm. He wishes it were that muscular!

I don't know how many times I've been asked when we are getting some chickens of our own or growing our own food. Uh...city girl here, who lives in the COUNTY, not the COUNTRY. We are NOT getting chickens. Nor are we growing our own graden...or getting cows...or any other new thing he did this week.

But I am thankful he was able to experience all of that. I once spent the night on a farm in Brazil and woke up at 4 in the morning to hand-milk the cows. The kind farmer filled a glass for me directly from the cow before adding a shot of espresso. I drank every. last. drop! Hands down one of my favorite memories...to which my mom about had a cow of her own when she heard what I had done.

Who knows? Maybe my oldest will become a farmer one day! Then he can have the biggest garden, the most cows, and a coop filled with chickens....at his own house.

Simply Sticking to My City Ways,