We dropped Jon’s daughter Emma and his granddaughter Robin off at the train station a few hours ago. When they left the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow and the hens wouldn’t come out of the coop. Robin, who loves feeding the chickens, fed them in the coop, which made everyone happy.
Yesterday we did everything snow.
Robin and I threw snowballs at the marble statue, played baseball with a stick and snowballs, threw snowballs and rocks over the pasture fence, made a snowman (Robin’s first), and sledded down the hill in the barnyard (the sheep and donkeys kept their distance a bit incredulous I think).
I enjoy spending time with Robin. She’s outgoing, fun, curious, and smart. We played well together.
When we were back in the house she showed me how she draws people, dogs, ladders, and waffles and then figured out how to draw sheep and donkeys too. She and Jon had a great time blowing the paper off the end of staws at each other (Jon bought a whole box of straws for the visit).
For a while, Jon turned into a six-year-old, something I don’t get to see very often.
It was a sweet visit and Jon took lots of pictures which he posted on his blog. I didn’t take any. For some reason, I just didn’t think of it. But Jon got enough for all of us.
By the time Jon and I got back from the train station, the snow was mostly melted and the hens were out. The donkeys and sheep were at the gate looking for dinner and I was ready for a nap.
Ahem. Who turned into a 6 year old? Jon? Was that Jon sledding down the hill? Building the snowman? I’m issuing you a report card: “Maria plays well with the other children.”
Ha! Jill, you got me there!
Ditto with Jill D. I don’t remember you ever saying you were ready for a nap!
It’s a differnt kind of exhaustion 🙂