First Weekend in November

You know, I never saw myself as a camper… but I have been converted. I had a good mentor. As you can see I have successfully put up the tent and that took A LOT  of hard work! Just kidding. He always does all of the hard work and heavy lifting. But I’m really good at watching! This is our spot where we always camp-out at the farm. And it’s a really good spot. Complete with fire pit and newly cut logs for seats. Yep, we’re roughin’ it all right.

Someone found a good tree and a good spot. Coming down is not nearly as easy as getting up there.

This is Buddy. He is my favorite farm dog. He has a girlfriend named Lilly. She lives close by. They often wander off to find the other and get into trouble. It’s really cute. What’s great about the area is that everyone knows who Buddy is–he’s Uncles David’s dog. He has been spotted with the hunt dogs chasing after the foxes close to the interstate. He can always find his way back home.

A little brotherly competition spurred on a hay bail race. You know, just for funsies… that looks like a work out to me!

My view in the morning. I love this place. It truly is my happy place. I’m still so tired from the weekend and I really didn’t do ANYTHING strenuous. Oh well, such is life. In other news… I’m trying to get back in shape. And I mean it this time.

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Today I am thankful for: talking to Basement Sara — even if it was only for five whole minutes. And my spurts of conversation with my bestie overseas. Call up your friends. It’s time we talk to each other–no matter how busy life gets!

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