Some Springtime Vibes

Hi, family!! 

How is everyone doing?

Things have been a little crazy, as we all know. But I'm not here to update you on the news around the world. 

I'm here to remind you that Life is Good!

Spring is in the air and if we aren't getting out and about quite as much as we might want to be right now, then let these pictures take you away to a place we all know and love! Spring at the Farm!

Before we get to those pictures though, I have one thing I think we might all get a kick out of, so here it goes...

Once upon a time, there was a big breakfast for a big crowd of family. Grandma Farns was making waffles for a small army and realized that only one of her waffle irons was at her house.

As she thought about it, she remembered that she had loaned her second waffle iron to Jared's family a week or so ago.

Grandma had one of the kids run home to get it and bring it back so that she could get more waffles cooking at the same time and try to keep up with the demands of a hungry family.

As soon as her waffle iron was back they hurried and plugged it in to let it start getting hot.

But within a few minutes a smell that had an aroma beyond description started to fill the kitchen. 

We're not talking about the smell of warm, savory, homemade waffles swimming in melted butter, syrup, and whipped cream.

No. This was the smell of 1,000 deaths covering the land. The kind of smell to make your fingernails curl. The sort of smell that makes you wish you didn't have the ability to smell. 

I think you get the picture.

No one knew what was happening and soon the entire house erupted into pandamonium.

Small children started falling off their bar stools in a stupor; teen-aged cousins began simultaneously bursting into tears and dry heaving; and aunts, uncles, and Grandma almost went wild trying to find the source of the horrendous odor now flooding the house.

Through the haze, someone (it's a misty green blur who it was by now) had the idea to look in the recently returned waffle iron.

The lid was pried open, and those who hadn't passed out yet began to wish they had.

Inside the hot waffle iron were the remains of a long-forgotten waffle made at Jared's house many days prior to this fateful morning. 

It had begun to mold and decay and as soon as the waffle iron was plugged in, the whole rotten mess started to re-cook, thus subjecting a once hungry family to feelings of "I'll never be able to eat another waffle again in my life".  

The offending waffle and waffle iron were quickly removed to the garage.

Inside the house, a bit of order started to return as Grandma began serving hot fresh waffles as fast as she could with only one waffle iron. 

And as for the waffle iron from He**? It was returned to the firey depths from whence it came, never again to plague a hungry human soul.

Now! On a much fresher note! ;)

Try to imagine the smells and feel of the Farm in the Spring:

*Fresh air

*Food being made for a crowd

*Warm dirt as you walk through the field, barefoot

*Trees and flowers coming back to life

*Warm sunshine on your neck and arms

And whatever else it helps you remember.

Enjoy...

                                                      (Always a good Sunday nap, too :)