Some ten years ago my BF moved to a farm in upstate NY. Our schedules are rather hectic and I don't get to see her nearly enough. We sometimes plan visits via phone messages and never actually talking. This past week end I was able to make the trip while hubby stayed home with the kids.
I arrived Friday afternoon and surprised her at work. I then hit my favorite craft store. Hobby Lobby carries items I just can't find around here. I arrived at the farm and visited with her DH and hugged a few trees before she arrived home.
Saturday and Sunday I helped her with her landscape business. We planted containers, borders and gardens at six car dealerships. I found my dream car. It's only $105,900.00; a red Mercedes convertible. I was on her schedule. We were up by 6:30 and I washed dishes while she fed the horses. I like to breath to much to help in the barn. Loading the truck, picking up plants and working. I used to work with her when she lived here. It's great. We get to talk and play in the garden. She pays with plants. Not that I cared if I got paid.
Lunch was around my usual supper time and dinner was past 8. Time seems to warp at the farm.
And after loading up the car on Monday morning I headed home. A big deep breath of farm air first.
And hubby and the kids managed just fine without me.