Tommy flew in on Wednesday evening and on the way home we stopped off at Cow Punchers for a little bar-b-que. Of course the evening wouldn’t have been complete without a fishing trip. We arrived at the pond just before dark and didn’t catch anything. The wild horses kept us company.
Kathleen arrived on Thursday evening about thirty minutes before K. G.
It has been seventeen years since K. G. and I have seen each other and that is far too long. She looks great. She hasn’t changed. We’ve taken walks and gone for night rides on the golf cart and of course, she has helped me feed the animals. All is good.
The boys came over this morning in time to hear dawn crack. They were able to find their way with the help of their cow flashlights that light up and moo when their tails are squeezed. Joel cut up a banana for them. Of course they it on the floor. Joel said, “Watch out you dropped some on the floor and you’re about to step in it.” Hudson looked down and said, “Oh, I sorry, nanna.”
A little later we headed to the Azalea Trail, or what the boys call the big, big woods.
They know that the yellow paint on the trees means that we are on the trail.
They tried to balance on logs….
studied raccoon poop.
They learned the names of some wildflowers,
then headed back to the car.
Back at the Mammy house, they finished out the morning in the sand pile with Matilda.