On the porch.

Lazy, outside afternoons. Playing in the shade, in a breeze, on the porch.

Let's go fly a kite.

It's very windy here. Flying kites is a dangerous sport in our neck of the ... fields. The wind's so strong that the girls can barely hold the kite and when the kite hits a wind gust, the kite can zoom back to the ground at an alarming rate.

This is actually the least dangerous way to fly a kite here.





That's us heading down the driveway at two miles per hour, going to town on errands. We keep the kite in the car and she gets to fly it from the house to the mailbox and then from the mailbox to the house on the way back.

Kittens come out to play.

Aradia brought her kittens out for a short visit the other night.

Flying fairy.

We visited my sister and her kids. My sister has lots of wings for her daughter. Butterfly wings, angel wings, fairy wings. Hannah was in heaven.





Once you have the right wings, then you have to fly!

Cabin fever.

Our weather can't make up its mind. One day it's cold and as windy as can be, the next it's sunny. It's driving the girls crazy. They want to be outside so badly, but when it's so windy, they really can't. Here they are attempting to be out while I planted potatoes.



You know how it feels to swim against the current? To paddle your legs and arms as hard as you can and still move backwards. That was poor Ains in the wind that day - after about fifteen seconds of trying to get closer to me, she burst into frustrated tears. The wind was pushing her back faster than she could walk, poor bug. I moved them inside and they watched Diego for a few minutes while I finished planting.

The next day was sunny. Ains didn't believe me, hence her outfit.



We got a good look at one of the Great Horned Owls that lives on our property.



We built a kid pen to hold the kids overnight on milking days. (For more about our farm, go here.) The girls love playing in it with the kids. Don't ask me why Ains has her purse. I couldn't tell you.





Hannah planted bush peas that her aunt gave her in her own garden.



We're always feeding bum lambs.



We snuck a peak at our barn cat's new kittens.



Hannah helped me repot my root-bound luffa plants. Look at the lenght of those roots!





We've perfected a delicious tortilla recipe. On our way to perfecting it, we found out how to make a killer flatbread.



Grayson's nine weeks old now, and he's acting it. Sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, smiling, giggling for Ainsley, sleeping, eating.





Going for pony cart rides.



Playing on the porch with the dogs and cats. Chin's not sure about whatever Hannah's doing.



And when the weather's too bad to go outside, but we're too antsy to stay inside, the grocery store's the answer! Even if one falls asleep on the way there.

Swinging.

The weather is nice enough for short swinging sessions. Problem is, Ainsley doesn't believe in short swinging sessions. Thirty minutes is a minimum, but that's much too long for Grayson to be out yet. It's still chilly and windy.

I moved the swingset over so that it's directly behind our back door. Now I can swing the girls for as long as Grayson can take it and then take him inside and come back out and swing the girls. It creates a safe situation that keeps everyone content.

I enjoy swinging, but I can't remember how much I must have loved it as a child, but I think I must have - doesn't every child? The girls enjoy it tremendously.