The Farm

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.