The last time I set foot on the Liens' farm was the night of my high school grad. It's even cooler in the daylight. A little farm carved into what seems like ancient forest. Ancient in the east-coast way. Trees that may be three hundred old are still thin enough to grab around with your two hands. As soon as you walk beyond the limits of the fields, you're into the woods, with lichen and moss and ferns all around you. Furious B was a fairy princess, naturally. It's that kind of place.
It was so nice to get out of town for a couple hours - even though we didn't get the car back to my mom (um, yeah, we borrow cars) until way late and I still feel really bad about it. Hubby C and I figure we're probably going to need a vehicle of our own real soon. And it's going to have to be big. If we have one more youngster we'll never be able to get a lift with anyone ever again. And although you can certainly get by with children and no car, it would be really nice not to have to re-install the car seat every time we go somewhere. We can probably afford an old clunker of a van, but we still have to get over the major hurdle: the fact that I don't have the slightest clue how to drive. Yup. I feel kind of like that turkey there in the picture. Gobble gobble.