Teach Your Children Well

This CSNY song has been running through my head all morning as I've worked on this post. Our kids are our treasure; we are theirs. Farm Day was a time when it showed all day long. The two-way street. The raw, un-photoshopped album, 300 pics, is done. (I had an epipahny of sorts the other day when I realized that every family unit has at least one member who can crop/edit photos, so I'll let them do it.)

Audrey, Lydia & Eli at Story Time with Aunt Peggy

Did you organize this, Ruth? All the activities for the adults was one thing. The pics show Lesley and Don setting up the volleyball, badmitton, ping-pong and croquet. Oh yes, and the bales of hay for the bonfire. But who organized Peg having story time? And who orchestrated the arts and crafts? And picking blackberries? And coloring with chalk on the driveway?

Ever and Faith

Eli painting a birdhouse & eating his blackberries

Aden, the youngest; Audrey the day after

Eli & Greta watching the tractor; Greta eating

I actually have tears in my eyes as I see these photos all over again. We ARE teaching our children well. They in turn are teaching us. "So just look at them and sigh and know they love you."

That's what Farm Day was all about! Thanks, Don and Ruth (again and again).

[There were 2 other kids, Casey and Sydney, who could have been added to the above photos, since they're of the 3rd generation--kids of our kids. However, since they're older kids, I decided they wouldn't mind. Right, Casey and Sydney?]