My husband and I met our two grandsons and their parents, plus our in-laws about an hour away from where we live, and the little boys had fun riding the train, the mechanical rides and feeding apacas and goats. I had brought along two rolls of quarters for the animal food, as my son suggested, and we had a ball trying to feed the apacas without the goats barging over. It was a beautiful day, there were waterfalls and minature towns and rides that the boys were too young for yet, and then we all ate together at an Indian restaurant, with only one scream, one spilling water all over the table, lots of shuffling of the boys, and finally us taking turns walking them outside while we finished.
Then my husband and I said goodbye, as naps were in order, and we strolled around a historic home nearby out in the midst of grassy fields and roses and shady trees. I love the place. I can really imagine a life on this property, and I'm so glad it's been preserved. We began walking and my husband got an attack of hay fever from the grasses in the fields so we turned back, drove a few miles and had dinner outside beside a river with music wafting from the other side. Most pleasant, indeed.
I want that day!
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