We enjoyed hanging out together at our childhood home, making new memories with my kiddos. We are acutely aware that The Farm won't last forever and it is bittersweet, but having weekends like this are just amazing.
Jim was a very proud uncle as he taught his niece the family game of croquet:
The next generation of siblings, having down-time at the farm
(If only there were cousins too...):
Showing off their dirty farm feet.
Catching lightening bugs (or fireflies). See the one in the upper right corner of the pic?
My son needs a haircut.
The kids had mini light-saber glow sticks for the 4th of July.
They circled the perimeter of the camp fire area in an effort to ambush the grownups.
They circled the perimeter of the camp fire area in an effort to ambush the grownups.
Bedtime is pretty easy at the farm. They just pass out.
Jos got into fishing this time more than ever before.
Me and my boy.
Uncles Jim and Dean got quite a workout pushing the kids up and down the hills on the big wheels.
Blueberry picking
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