Sunday we had a strong wind out of the South, warm temperatures and an inch of rain. The kind of rain that paints the ground green. Mom was out of the house so I took the kids on an adventure.
I have to cut wood. Have to. I have a number of trees down and I’m running out of time. But we don’t have to kill ourselves cutting wood. I told the kids I would use one tank of gas in the chainsaw while they dragged limbs and stacked firewood and then we could have some fun. Well, we had fun the whole time. Dripping, soaking, pruny-fingered, wet sock fun.
Our chores behind us, we tromped off through the pasture to the branch to see how deep the water was. It was deep. And swift. Normally the branch is just a trickle. It’s the weak point in the fence that the neighbor cows use to come steal food.
We threw sticks in the water and watched them float away. We probed the water to see how deep it was. I warned the kids of the danger. The youngest fell in anyway.
I have a million things to do. I don’t have time to splash through the puddles, exploring pastures I have played in my entire life but if I don’t do this now, when will I? The farm is a family experience…I have to experience it with them. That’s kind of the point. I can sacrifice sleep to get the taxes finished. The kids won’t wait.