Growing up when we were going to the farm my Grandmother grew up on we called it going to the country. I spent a lot of my childhood there playing with cousins, walking to the spring in the woods, or walking through the fields to the river. I am so lucky to have all of those great memories and that my kids can grow up going to the country or our home place and play with their cousins and have all the wonderful memories like I did.
This past Saturday I met two of my cousins Shelly and her three kids, Ella, Brinley, Callen and Adair and her two children, Georgia and Sylvia for a play date.
We all brought food and had lunch together.
Played outside most of the day.
My Mom came along too. She's giving Rosemary a drink and Lilly is sitting so nicely.
Lilly & Rosemary played with some toys their cousins brought. 
Lilly, Ella, and Sylvia.
Callen, Shelly's youngest (5 months old) took a nap outside. It was such a nice day with a breeze blowing on a sunny summer day.
Georgia, Ella, Brinley, and Luke took a break from playing outside to color.
Lilly and Rosemary sitting on a rock. I believe that my ancestors used the rock to help them get on a horse.
When I was younger there was a swing on this grand old oak tree and I was so excited to see they put up a new swing.
Rosemary and Jonah watch as Georgia and Luke swing.
Brinley and Georgia watch as Jonah and Luke swing.
Luke
Brinley and Georgia.
What a great day at the country! I can hardly wait to go back for our next get together. Hopefully we can do it again soon.
Thanks for sharing, Wendy! I can tell you all love the home place. I do too! Here is a poem my brother Charles found that seems to capture what it was like when Granny and Grandpa were there. He used to have it memorized! It's by James Whitcomb Riley. Love you! Ada
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