Last evening Jack came over to visit Jenny and me for a few hours. We played on the trampoline, swung high in the swing and had a long 4-wheeler ride. Jack placed his little hands on the handles just inside where I placed mine. He thought he was driving the 4-wheeler. He felt very proud of himself! I believe he would’ve driven all evening. Big big boy!
Then the phone rang. Mr. Farmer (Gramps) wondered if we’d bring some food to him in the hay field. Of course we obliged and quickly rifled through the fridge and threw some finger foods into a basket—laundry basket, that is. Then off we went to the hay field, just a mile away. Once again, Jack was the driver. 🙂
And there was Grandpa (Mr. Farmer) coming over the crest of the hill to meet us for our little picnic supper. Jack was excited to see Grandpa. He did a little dance at the wheel.
Little did we know that “Uncle” Bill was also baling on this same field. We spread our blanket on the roughly cut stems of alfalfa and plopped down to find a few items to eat in our basket. Soon Bill popped up over another hill, turned off his rig and walked over to join us for our “picnic” in the hay field. Little Jack really enjoyed throwing away his watermelon rind by giving it a fling. Pretty soon he was taking a couple bites of other tasty treats and flinging them over his shoulder, as well. Too cute! I was too busy laying out the food and pouring drinks to photograph our little tosser.
Much to our surprise a black van with little toe heads bobbing around pulled in right next to us. Jack’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have been more pleased. That was the end of his supper as he had some serious playing to do with his cousins!
The two little farmers were on a mission to check out the JD tractor; however, they needed a little push to get up the steps.
Anna thought she needed a photo pose, as well. Pretty cute!
O00ps! Let’s not forget Thomas, lagging behind as he was filling his mouth with Oreos.
Honestly, those kiddos were not too interested in the picnic as they were playing in the hay, giggling and checking out the machinery………….. and chewing on another cookie………….well 1/2 cookie……………you know, the 1/2 with the frosting attached? That one.
When it was time to leave, Jack hollered. He was having so much fun he didn’t really care about driving the pickup any more. He just wanted to stay and continue running, and climbing and throwing hay and falling down with his cousins in the hay field. Jack’s evening turned out to be way more than he had anticipated.
And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Farmer were thinking……..”Is this heaven?? Pretty close.”
“Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before Him with thanksgiving
and extol Him with music and song.
For He is our God
and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.
Psalm 95: 1,2,7