Saturday, August 20, 2005
What's left at the end of an afternoon of threshing? A giant haystack.
It didn't take long for the kids to discover the fantasyland of hay. I stood for quite awhile taking photographs and it became apparent that there was a game emerging. I promptly named it, "Get mommy!"
The kids were delighting in gathering up armfuls of hay, as much as their little arms could hold. They would then run over to where mom was standing, hopefully with her back turned, and pitch the entire load while screaming with glee.
The moms, being the good moms that they are, would act totally surprised.