September was so busy for me but it treated us so well. The weather was fantastic pretty much all month long and we spent a lot of time at my parents’ little farm, one of my favorite places on earth. It’s been in the family for some time now, first my Uncle, then my Grandfather bought it, and then when both grandparents passed away my Mom bought her two brothers’ share and she lives there now. It’s a little slice of serenity and I feel blessed to be able to spend time there. So here are a few photos of just another day at the farm. Above is “Teddy,” one of my mom’s kitty cats.
After a refreshing splash in the sprinkler it was time to dry off and have a little lunch at the picnic table.
A perfect facebook ‘garage sale’ find!
This was the mum my mom bought this year. It didn’t have one single bud open on it just yet so I choose to make it B&W. I kinda like how it turned out.
She really is so good to me for the amount of photos I ask to take. But there is a trade off………………………………….
If she was good for a few photos…………
She could make as many silly faces as she wanted!
Time to head across the road, down the right-a-way, which is an old railroad bed. A part of my mom’s house was the Wheeler train station of the Kanona-Prattsburgh Railroad. There’s a small building at the end of her driveway which was the ticket office, and across the road is a beautiful long pathway where the railroad used to lay and it’s so perfect for afternoon adventures.
We headed all the way down to the end of the property where there’s easy access to the creek. We made Grandpa come with us so he could help us catch some crayfish.
He caught one! This is just a still from video I took of his big catch 😉
Everytime we walk down the right-a-way we are reminded of my Grandpa, my mom’s father and Rhilyn’s middle name sake. Rhilyn Dale.
I handed my camera over to my Mom and I’m extremely thankful she’s willing to snap a few for me since I rarely have any with me in it.
You know, just hanging around! These giant vines are so cool!
And, it’s not very often that she doesn’t find a souvenir to bring back with her. This time? A tree branch.