My darling fiancee Michael’s family owns a farm in rural VA that they use as a retrat. Being within a few hours drive from DC, we are sometimes get to use the farm as a getaway from our own busy lives in the city. It’s refreshing for Michael and I, for different reasons. While I am pretty much happy living wherever, Darling Michael is a country boy at heart, and happiest in a place where you can’t see your next door neighbor, and it takes a car to get anywhere.
We went to the farm with a couple of friends, and it managed to snow that afternoon.
Naturally we had to play in the snow.
Because Ellie and Rob were with us, we had to make a snowasaurous. (pictured in the back). Rob decided to make his own dinosaur (pictured in the mid-ground). I was having so much fun rolling snowballs (which were being used for the two dinnosaurs) that after they said they didn’t need any more snowballs, I continued to roll balls for my own amusement.
I got rather tired.
But I had a lot of snowballs.
Last count I rolled upwards of 22 snowballs. Some with a little help.
One of the more interesting aspects of the farm is the old equipment dragged into the woods to die.
It is affectionately known as farm art.
Michael took a walk with me in the snow, a grand tradition we try to honor as much as possible. There he is in his trenchcoat, and one of the myriad of farm hats to wear at the farm. This is one of his many glares (sometime I’ll do a post about how Michael really only has three expressions, and all expressions are variations of those three).
This is a hurry up and stop taking my picture look, under-laid with an I’m amused but not trying to show it look.
I found a Whoville tree.
