A Day In the Country

It was a day in the country. My husband’s grandparents lived on acreage in South Georgia for their entire lives. His mom grew up there and as a child, my husband spent lots of time on the family farm. The place holds tons of happy memories for him and if I would let him, he would move there in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for him, my love of shopping and life at least somewhat close to civilization will keep us in our current location!

But yesterday, we, that is my husband, little girl and puppy dog, along with my father-in-law, headed to the old home place for a little bit of work and some fun “down in the country.”

Hubby and his dad had been there earlier in the week and worked on the land. Fallen trees from a recent storm and brush that had overtaken the once picturesque pecan grove were hauled away and truly their hard work had paid off. It was lovely. The old house, built in the early thirties, is not in good shape, but the renters that lived there a year or so ago, left it in even worse condition. They had stripped the interior and all that was left to do was to paint the window trim back to its original color of white, rather then the Cookie Monster Blue the renters had chosen to paint it.

Since his return home on Monday from working down there, my husband’s dreams have been haunted by that blue! So, yesterday, he wore me down. We packed a lunch, loaded the car, and headed to re-paint that trim.

It was our Hannah’s first trip to the old home place. She was not terribly impressed – her attempts at helping us paint seemed to cause more spills than actual painting progress and the gnats or as she called them “bees” caused her a lot of misery.

But she did enjoy the fields, the freedom to run and she and the puppy romped and played. She even rode the tractor with her daddy – I think it was more of a highlight for him than her – but here is a picture of the happy country duo!

Living Happily Ever After,

Beverly