This particular spring has been a series of ups and downs as the wind would howl and bite one day and the sun and warmth would beckon the boys outside to play the next. The boys have spent much-loved time at Nannie and Papa's and they never play better than when they are outside.
Kennon contemplates the wind against his cheeks and the feel of the not-yet-green grass coming to life.
The boys check on their cows. Kennon rides in the old-time stroller my mom bought when Ashley was born. It offers not one ounce of back support, but there is so much to take in he just doesn't care.
Nannie B recently dug through her hope chest and pulled out some old clothes of mine. Since I was a country girl many of my clothes work great for the boys. The overalls Kennon and Grayson have on were mine when I was little.
Grayson loves the farm and takes on an entirely different persona when he is a "sframer".
Kennon explores using all five senses.
He supervises while his brothers help Papa feed hay.
Grayson checks "his" cows on his very own tractor.
And the boys help Papa tag a new calf. This particular event was a bit traumatizing. As Papa tagged the calf the calf jerked away and the tag ripped out splitting his ear. Grayson talked about it for days and was very concerned. He kept asking me if we needed to take the calf to the doctor or could get a band aid for him. Grayson has such a compassionate spirit.
These are the days I love. Days when life is simple and there is no real agenda. But, somehow, a lot is accomplished and much is learned just by living.
