Grandma S has moved to a farm. There are acres and acres of hay fields and cow pastures (cows included), crumbling and cavernous barns to explore, and heaps of wild cats that scramble and skirt about from one hiding spot to the next. Visits up north are like childhood intensives; my little city mouse gets good and dirty, runs far and free, and sees lots of firsts from nature. This trip's "firsts" included wild turkey spottings, wooly bear finds, and being spat at by a new born kitten just days old.
Uta's favorite spot on the farm is a great big pile of dirt. Simply heaven for a six year old boy.
Thanks for a great visit everyone!
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