It's been that kind of summer. The kind I said I was not going to have. A summer where we were busy, busy, busy with lots of scheduled activities rather than lazy days to head to the beach or have picnics and books on a blanket in the yard. Long, wonderful horse rides and swimming in the pond were supposed to be the only things pressing on the agenda. But somehow I have gotten called in to work for umpteen weekends in a row, which has made up some for Rob's umpteen weeks in a row of not working 5 days a week. With summer school, and camp, and projects, and the fair things just don't want to slow down. 
Until this week. 
This week the hardest I plan on working is to enjoy picking pail after pail of grass for those goats who are banned to their pen~ and then stand there and watch them eat it.
And I'll probably gaze at these guys for a while since I'm out there.
Aaaahh yes! This is the life! I'll enjoy it this week because next week things will be back to full force.
Does anyone ever make it to a lazy, slow, ideal summer? As much as we plan for that and hope for that, do we ever make it there?
ReplyDeleteNot here, anyway.
In spite of this, I wouldn't trade our life in the country for living in the city for anything! I love country living!