The kids and I played hooky the other day to get in on a little harvesting. But real life is the best way to learn anyways. So we drove up to my parent's and around the corner to my grandpa's for some
combining, apple picking, rope swinging, horse petting, shed exploring, chili eating, grandparent loving.
This red shed at my grandpa's is where I spent hours playing house. My grandma helped make this shed a "home" and lovingly stocked this with antique everything - even a tv and crank phone.
The playhouse is now in a bit of shambles, but the memory of my grandma is strong when I peek inside. She took such joy in playing with us kids and spoiling us rotten. We rode our bikes to their house any day we could. I like to think I got my love for domestics from her.
Brutis
Farmer Mark
Up the nose close quarters in the combine cab.
Mom's on a mouse trapping rampage. The kid's didn't know whether to be grossed out or give pity to the little things.
Sasha
Rooster
Chicken carcass
This is Bullseye and Zane
Zane suddenly died a few days after this, we will all miss him, especially my sister Julie. R.I.P.
The leaves have changed and fallen to the ground here. Come and gone. A little bit of change reminds me of a bigger change in our home. My sister, Jill, who has lived with us the past year has now moved on. It is a good thing, but we will miss a good thing, too. As Cade stated to his buddy, "I have a dad, a mom, 2 sisters, and an auntie Jill", she's a part of our family. 
Her blessing to us is something we don't want to forget, so I'm writing it down. She pitched in willingly whether it was scrubbing a pot, running an errand, cooking, picking up the house, and babysitting countless times. Morning, noon, and night. 
We know she will now be a blessing in my brother and his wife's home. It's good she now has a normal bedroom with no basement creatures to haunt her while she sleeps. But if she ever needs a new pad, crazy as this one might be, she's always welcome back.
