Tradition.
The farm has little to no Internet.
So it’s phone entries again for this girl.
But I’d say the view makes up for the Internet-less.
And then some.
It’s that wonderful holiday. Sort of my favorite holiday. (Especially if we don’t count birthdays.)
July Fourth.
The week where the farm in Virginia is completely over run by hordes of romping, dashing, enthusiastic children.
And we eat our meals all together and we always have dessert.
We stick ourselves on top of old tire tubes and willingly place those tubes and our bodies in the muddy cold waters of the Pigg River.
We gather all together and eat picnic foods all evening.
We play kickball in the field.
We watch fireworks.
And we rejoice in the lovely comfort and newness each year brings.
I heart the fourth of July.
5 Comments
Cindy H.
:~)
Beth
miss that place.
LaceyKeigley
Man. And it misses you.
Alicia
Yay. This post is full of happy.
Gretchen
Enjoy!!! Did they redo their home? It looks different! 🙂 Have a wonderful time!!!! And Happy 4th of July!