We spent a couple of weeks on the farm planting a vineyard and otherwise living the stationary country life.
We were attempting to drive to Green Bay to see the cousins’ school plays. Our mantra was this: we will be on time we will be on time we will be on time.
We were on time, but only because we left early enough to allow for weirdness like this.
There was a boat just sitting in the middle of the road. Just sitting there.
Eventually it moved…and so did we.
Coming over a hill we saw a herd of cattle in the road.
Growing up with cattle, I know you don’t want someone to see your cattle in the road and not tell you.
So we slowed down and assessed the situation.
The Bagabus took over and herded those bad boys home.
We got stuck in the farmyard, but the Bagabus made a gallant effort and lurched free.
We made it to the plays!
The little blonde in the front row on the far left is our niece/cousin, sweet Natalie.
Our nephew/cousin, Cameron—a neat kid!
And there is our budding musician/playwrite Dominic.
Fun with Aunt Karen is over. Time to go back to the farm!
Having grown up on this farm, Christy saw quite a few sheep shearings, but this is the first time she saw a sheep try to jump through a glass window…and almost succeed. Nobody was hurt. Well, the window was shattered, so I guess, technically, it was hurt.
Evelyn (the jumper) and Olivia.
Hannah takes advantage of the known area for her morning walks.
And there’s always the fun of the critter catch, relocate, and release projects.
This is not the typical female reaction to snakes. I guess when you’ve seen a Texas-sized snake and you’ve been raised around rattlers, Midwest snakes are cute.
Who parked the Bagabus in the pond? HAAANNNNAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Visiting the great grandparents is always a treat!
On a sad note, Christy’s godfather and great uncle passed away while we were in Wisconsin. We were able to attend his funeral, which was a blessing.
While we are sad, and we miss Uncle Joe, Christian funerals are beautiful events. Family gathers and we celebrate that Uncle Joe has won the race. We’ll see you soon, Uncle Joe.
And too soon we say goodbye and head on down the road.
Goodbye, Great Grandma! (A.k.a Grandma Great)
Goodbye, Great Grandpa! (A.k.a Big Bubba)
Goodbye everybody else! Oh wait, everybody else followed us on down the road to our next worship service.
Sounds like a great excuse for a picnic…
selling our truck to Christy’s brother…
And some cousin fun!
On the road again! Home sweet home.
