On a Gray Rainy Day...

It seems very appropriate to ponder all things sunny. Last Saturday, on one of the few sunny days of the spring break, our collective families all met at the farm to do some work, some organization and some general spruce-upping. It was a grand time. It reaffirmed my philosophy that kids that are brought up in the country are extra spoiled indeed.

There were the stashed full rides on the bob cat and the ranger and any other piece of equipment that had to move more than 5 feet.

How many guys does it take to fill the potholes on the driveway? ;)

One squashed uncle and four delighted sight see-ers!

The ladies made quick work of empting out the old shop and cleaning it to the point of pressure washing the floor. Side note: Dad we cannot be held responsible for anything "missing" via the garbage bin! Too bad we didn't have a true before shot but it was neat to see the different piles head to their proper spots in the new shop.

Shelly is, of course, absolutely amazing perched on the branches of the old apple tree pruning wildly giving no thought to the risk of a broken arm ;)

Headed off to set the burn pile on fire. This is probably not the most passengers Uncle Brian carried at one time, especially after a few kids hopped in the back. I've been meaning to ask him if Cara spent half the time hollering because I probably can't count on my two hands the times she has since told me about the scary fire they made.

Cody got really lucky the time he didn't have to share the space!

Every body pitched in one way or another. Cara did a lot of wagon pulling.

There was so much more we could have gotten pictures of. Lunch on the newly washed slab, first supper of the year on the lawn, kids working, kids playing but there is one picture I'm still kicking myself for not capturing. That would be the one of Sam sitting on Steve's shoulders in the middle of the raspberry field. Why should I have sprinted the 1.5 kms from the back field to the house to get the camera? Because not only was Steve pruning the raspberries with Sam perched on top, but Sam ALSO had a foot long pruning shear which he was using to cut the raspberry canes just a bit shorter.

Steve may or may not have gotten a hair cut that beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon!

ps. it isn't 1.5 kms from back field to the house so there really isn't any excuse :)