Yesterday was our last day with
Sally's family and now my
other sister is visiting (hooray!), so we thought a good afternoon in the woods was in order after swimming lessons. Except it rained. So we drove up the road to my
favorite orchard (there are lots of others in the area, but I reward them with the distinct honor of my peach-buying because they have a good web presence) and ate peaches
and watched the children play. The two littlest parked for a full 2 hours in a great little play box: two apple bins filled with feed corn and outfitted with sandbox toys. It was fantastic and all of us want one for our own yards. So clean compared to sand and satisfyingly pebbly and so unlikely to find another use by neighborhood cats.
The eleven-year-olds wandered in the summer rain. The in-betweeners, well, wandered in-between. We did have to send an emergency adult emissary into the rain at one point to discourage playing in the port-a-potty ("but, Mom, we only played in the one that smelled like soap!" Ick.), but other than that, very little motherly interference was required. Plus we found a toad.
We decidedly overstayed our welcome there, but we spent cash, too, and why would they have picnic tables and a nice corn bin if not to lure us to stay?
we were so sad to leave each other
Also, I am so sad I didn't get a picture of Amari after her peach lunch. Juicy deliciousness. She neatly stored all of the peels in a crack in the picnic benches. But gave the pits to Mommy.
Yesterday was our last day with Sally's family and now my other sister is visiting (hooray!), so we thought a good afternoon in the woods was in order after swimming lessons. Except it rained. So we drove up the road to my favorite orchard (there are lots of others in the area, but I reward them with the distinct honor of my peach-buying because they have a good web presence) and ate peaches 
and watched the children play. The two littlest parked for a full 2 hours in a great little play box: two apple bins filled with feed corn and outfitted with sandbox toys. It was fantastic and all of us want one for our own yards. So clean compared to sand and satisfyingly pebbly and so unlikely to find another use by neighborhood cats. 
The eleven-year-olds wandered in the summer rain. The in-betweeners, well, wandered in-between. We did have to send an emergency adult emissary into the rain at one point to discourage playing in the port-a-potty ("but, Mom, we only played in the one that smelled like soap!" Ick.), but other than that, very little motherly interference was required. Plus we found a toad.
We decidedly overstayed our welcome there, but we spent cash, too, and why would they have picnic tables and a nice corn bin if not to lure us to stay? we were so sad to leave each other
Also, I am so sad I didn't get a picture of Amari after her peach lunch. Juicy deliciousness. She neatly stored all of the peels in a crack in the picnic benches. But gave the pits to Mommy.
1 comment:
Laughing here at the thought of kids happily playing in a porta potty. I don't think you could pay me enough to hang out very long in one. jan
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