The boys and I took a few days to go to my Mum and Dad’s farm out west this week. Mum and Dad have a house there, but don’t live there full time. Dad has been out doing some work, so we thought we’d pop in for a visit. We travelled out with Mum and two of my neices and my nephew. It’s so good to watch the kids experience life in the bush. Even though I’m not a farmer in my adult life. I will always cherish the memories of growing up on farms. I mainly took photos on Dad’s camera, so I might show some more when he returns to town. In the meantime, I thought I’d share these lovely moments.
|The kids warming themselves by Grandad’s fire.
|J Boy, proud of his cattle horn that Grandad gave him. (I’m still trying to convince him to donate it to the kindy science table.)