Saturday morning,
Sister-In-Law Hawthorne,
with Elle and A.J.,
picked me up and we drove down
to Brother Hawthorne's adventure theme park.
Daddy's old cabin.
For some reason,
I cannot call my father
D.a.d.d.y H.a.w.t.h.o.r.n.e.
Why is that?
Notice Jill is always ahead of Pete.
And when they're going down a hill,
Jill will be behind Pete,
shouldering the brunt of the weight
of the wagon
and its passengers.
After a nice wagon ride over the farm,
Pete will come back,
cool, calm, and collected.
Poor Jill will be covered in lather.
Gee.
Familiar anyone?
That happens with other species in the animal kingdom,
doesn't it?
Brother Hawthorne,
Gentleman Farmer,
enjoying his second childhood.
I'm still on my first childhood.
After bouncing all over the place
on padded seats,
I turned to SIL Hawthorne
and mentioned something about
the pioneers traveling in wagons out West
and some lame parallel.
She reminded me this wagon
had tires.
Woo HOOOO!
Here comes the fun part!
Always watch the ears.
Forward is good.
Heh. Check out Jill vs. Pete.
I never cared for the back ears.
Nothin' good much comes from 'em.
Brother Hawthorne made a quick call to Good Neighbor Tom.
Heh.
I think Brother Hawthorne
might have been a bit embarrassed at this point.
He unhooked Pete and Jill,
gave me the reins,
and he went back
to facilitate matters.
After everyone disembarked
from the shoaled wagon,
I told Elle and A.J.
to take their shoes and socks off
and jump in the creek
and splash around
while we waited for Good Neighbor Tom.
Those girls may think
I'm a sandwich short of a picnic.
Earlier,
I'd noticed A.J.
taking photographs
of the ground as we bounced along.
I asked her what she was shooting
and she told me "cow pies,"
giggling.
I solemnly asked her,
"You know why flies are all over cow pies?"
Elle's and A.J.'s eyes widened
as they contemplated this situation.
"Because they think it's chocolate."
Yes.
There's a Crazy Aunt in every family,
isn't there?
I don't think Brother Hawthorne wanted me to
blog about this.
Later, when Sister-In-Law Hawthorne, Rosie,
Elle, and A.J. were leaving,
Brother Hawthorne was asking about
certain photographs/videos I may or may not have taken
and about the possibility of something
showing up on my blog.
Hmmmm ...
Brother Hawthorne.
I believe that possibility would be 100%.
Sister-In-Law Hawthorne
holding Pete and Jill.
I really like the light here.
And SIL Hawthorne
is discovering deer tracks!
I believe Good Neighbor Tom is on the way.
Check out Pete's ears.
Don't we all wish we had neighbors like that?
Ears back = Not So Good.
You can't tell,
but there's quite a slope on the road.
And Jill, on the right,
is actually behind Pete.
Holding the wagon back.
She does the work.
I left Brother and SIL Hawthornes
to take care of Jill and Pete
so's I could go shoot pictures
of children having fun.
It's so important
to have fun.
The girls go bale-jumping.
Bale-jumping is a time-honored tradition in the South.
It rates right up there with cow-tipping.
Thank you,
Brother Hawthorne,
SIL Hawthorne,
Elle,
and A.J.
for a lovely morning.
I had the bestest fun.
And a good time was had by all - except maybe for Jill.
ReplyDeleteYou do realize that the reason the wagon got stuck in the creek was that Pete was not pulling his weight.
ReplyDeleteLove the photos of the girls.
Gee, Mar. Ya think?
ReplyDeleteHey, Charlie, referred me to this blog. I loved this article. We were just on this same location this past week, but no one offered us to participate in the "Southern sport" of bale jumping.....oh boo. I wanna do it. But I guess we didn't have time for every thing. We got a great ride in a wagon with Gypsy pulling. Doris G.
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