My parents live in the country. Heading to their house sometimes feels like visiting another country. Time literally slows down, cell phone reception is spotty, you pass Zonkeys and other strange animals along your drive, but most importantly you get to relax and just enjoy being. So it's not wonder, I love taking our kids back home. This last trip was in part to celebrate a wedding and a bridal shower, but there is always time for new adventures. This time, ours included harvesting red potatoes. Some neighbors had planted 4 rows of potatoes and had offered to share their harvest with us, all we had to do was pick 'em. So we did. Mason and Reagan were super excited to use little shovels and my dad came through with the "pink" shovel Reagan requested (it was red, but close enough in her eyes!) As much as I love living in a larger city, going "home" reminds me of the perks of small towns. You don't just "know" your neighbors, they become an extension of your family; you watch out for each other, share with each other, and help each other out. I hope our trips back home instill those values into M&R.
Reagan digging in!
Mason finding his first potato.
Helping Grandpa finish our row.
Mason showing off a very small potato he found.
Reagan showing off the exact same potato as brother-
already she wants to do everything he does.
Mason using the shovel to carry the potatoes.
Grandpa helping Reagan get one of the last potatoes of the day.
Thanks Mr. and Mrs. T for sharing your harvest with us!
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