I’m not sure when we began having all the Pennsylvania (and sometimes one or two Maine) grandchildren here for three to five days during the summer. The Maine grandchildren got to join the “party” when they were twelve and spent the summer here.
I know that some of the older ones were fairly young.
Now we are down to only five as the older ones are out of high school and have jobs.
This year the week began on Sunday afternoon when Jere brought their three youngest boys to the house – along with their luggage.
One of them forgot something, so we (the boys and I) went back to their house and walked home – mostly because I felt like walking, and they wanted to look for some stones for the rock tumbler.
I thought you might like to see some of the things we saw on the one-mile walk.
Looking back at Jere and Kristen’s house. Jere and Josh are in charge of the house right now, because Kristen and Jana are in Finland visiting friends.
Jared is always looking for something to catch – bugs, caterpillars, butterflies.
Heading toward my brothers’ farm.
There was a brand new calf. It was trying to stand when we were there.
Someone was just ahead of us feeding the cows when we walked through the dairy barn.
Some of the cows were ready to be milked.
My youngest brother and his wife own the dairy part of the farm.
I liked the shadows of the corn and boys as we approached our house.
Ian checked out the silk on this ear of corn.
Jared in the corn field
Jesse asked, “Are we soon at your place, Grandma?” It was a hot afternoon. I told him that it was just behind the cornfield.
We will get Diana and Gloria in the morning.