Where The Wildflowers Grow

As promised, an overload of pictures form the Cabin this past weekend.

Are you sick of these? Does it look/sound like the same thing on every Cabin Post of mine?

I just can't get enough of the wildflowers, the cornfields and all the little details in the woods.

If you really look, there is so much to see down there.

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This is the gate leading to the cabin and then the cabin in the distance.

Wyatt running down the drive and a field of soybeans across the road.

This time we remembered rain boots so the kids could explore in the creek.

It's not too high right now and with their boots on they can wade in it without getting very wet.

That is if they didn't want to get wet but they are kids and it's water, so obviously they are getting wet.

Heart-shaped rock found by Wyatt.

Charlotte is the only kid that would touch the toad, that girl does not have a whole lot of fear
which is both a good and bad thing sometimes.
Knee high by what? Knee high by the Fourth of July is what they say about corn but nope,
way higher than knee high down there.
We walked through the corn a little bit as the sun was going down, you can see the orange
 and pink  in the distance. Playing in the corn reminds me of when I was little and we would
 play hide-and-seek in the cornfields at my grandma & grandpa's.

The kids had a blast playing with their cousins and the adults had fun visiting, as always, which is exactly what we all go down there for.
Sunday afternoon my sister, my cousin, Wyatt and I escaped to a little town about ten minutes away and went to a flea market.  Oooh, we only had about thirty minutes or so before they closed but it was good, definitely worth a trip back. I will share with you later this week what I found for Charlotte there, something I have been looking for  now for a while. I love when that happens.

Blackberries...yum.
There weren't a whole lot and most of the ones we did see were surrounded by poison ivy.
At times the sky got pretty dark and we thought for sure we would be hit by a storm but they
seemed to pass right on by with only a few sprinkles here and there.

The girls had fun picking wildflowers which is one of my most favorite things to do down there. Depending on the time of year,  they are always different. We love to walk out onto the road and pick a bunch to put on the table out on the screened-in porch. I think the Black-eyed Susan's are my favorite.
I mentioned yesterday that we drove out into the country Sunday night to look for fireworks.
We pulled over and let the kids climb onto the top of the car to watch and we could see
them from every direction, at least four places at once. Pretty cool.
I think just maybe the kids liked climbing on top of the car just as much as the fireworks though.
Okay, that's it. I sware, no more pictures.

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It's still early and I have already been to the store, edited these pictures and drank my coffee.
The day is off to a good start so far. Hope you have a happy Wednesday!

{Counting Stars}

Inhale.
That's what it feels like when we get down to the Cabin and step out of the car.
Like taking a big, deep breath.
Of fresh air.
And I mean that both literally and figuratively.
This weekend was the perfect Spring weekend to be there.
And there we were.

Things are just barely starting to turn green.
Little tiny buds are popping out and bulbs are peeking out of the ground through left-over Fall leaves.
The sun was out and the birds were singing.
Turtles were sunning themselves on a log in the pond.
We saw deer tracks in the woods and raccoon tracks in the creek.
The girls picked flowers and we saw the our first of many dandelions of the year.

Last night after we walked over to our Cabin from the Farm and got settled in for the night,
I stepped outside to take a look at the sky.
There were hundreds of stars in the sky.
Literally, hundreds of stars.
And I had one of those quick moments were I stop for just a second (on my way to the outhouse)
and realize just how lucky we really are.
Lucky to be able to see this sky.
Lucky to be able to be here with my little family.
For the kids to have the chance to play with their second cousins.

I try my best to remember, but I don't always.
Not to take it for granted, this perfectly-imperfect little life of mine.
To fully acknowledge how lucky we are.
And not just acknowledge it, but to actually live like I know it.
And sometimes I think the best reminder is to step away.
From home and our usual routine.
To unplug and relax.
To take walks through the woods and push little ones on tire swings and sit in front of a fire.
To watch the kids run and play without a care in the world.
And inhale that fresh country air.
And count the stars.