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A few weeks ago all three of Farmer Johnson’s daughters, and their respective entourages, returned home to “the farm” for the last of our wedding celebrations. Seven adults, three boys, four dogs, and the house never felt too small or too crowded. I love my family!

I mentioned a few weeks ago that my parents’ home is my sanctuary. Its where I go to rest and rejuvenate. My little heaven on earth. Its the one place where everything always seems to be right with the world no matter how life changes or how many people we add to the mix.

Here are a few of images of our weekend at the farm:
(Sorry, there aren’t any party pictures… I chose to be present rather than behind a lens 🙂 )

I was so excited that dad still had a few beagle pups from this summer’s litter!! I almost never get to see them when they’re little anymore. This is Sam and Copper with Nurse Melanie and Mike’s hand. Aren’t they adorable?!?

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This was the first time the boys had been to the farm. It was the first time they had been anywhere without streetlights! Let’s just say, the experience – cows, camping, coyotes! – made quite a first impression.

From the moment they arrived, we heard about nothing other than MRE bombs. We all joined in for a walk up the road to see what the hype was all about.

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This is the “sunny dirt road deep in bear country”, that I grew up on, to quote a particular childhood favorite of ours, the Berenstein Bears. There’s not a country song about a dirt road that doesn’t take me right back here to this place.

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The MRE bombs turned out to be a bust… we just didn’t have the right kind of hard plastic bottles. Despite the disapointment, watching the boys’ anticipation was just as fun.

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After the MRE bomb attempts, we picked a few still-green early macs and had a little rock skipping lesson at the neighbor’s pond.

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Then we headed back to the house to get ready for the next adventure.

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Here are the tents the boys stayed in next to my parents’ house during their full-fledged country-fied experience!

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