Family Sunday

It is the pinnacle of the peaks: (in chronological order) maximum lily count ever (986 this morning! I wanted to reach 1000, because, well, why not! But the lilies are as they are. I could not find 14 more to snip!)...

 

 

  

And maximum family love. All here, at the farmhouse, for brunch. Total bliss.

(The arrival of the Chicago kids -- both plow their way along the super secret path.)

 

 

 

 

 

I did one of my easy peasy meals: Madison Sourdough has the croissants, breads, and pastries.

 

 

 

I have the peaches, turkey, smoked salmon, local blueberries, and of course -- farmette eggs. 

The big three love closing themselves off in the art room. The little ones are still tied to the toys in the playroom. Everyone is content. Just the way I like it!

Shortly after the noon hour, all parents depart, taking with them the two littlest ones. But wait, the kids are feeling playful...

 

 

 

And there is a group photo to take. (Thank you Ed.)

 

And now I'm with the older threesome and the official summer 2025 Grandma Camp begins.

We start with cleaning up the toys left behind by the little ones. And then I launch one of my two projects for 2025, gratis guidance and suggestions given to me by crafts person extraordinaire, my friend Barbara. We do Mod Podge tissue cut outs, over glasses hiding battery candles. 

One fantastic aspect of this is that it allows for many mistakes and tears and irregularities. Perfect for us.

 

Next -- swimming at the big kids' neighborhood pool.

And finally, dinner at their local eatery -- Longtable. Grilled cheese, mac and cheese -- all fun stuff.

One more activity for this first day: a movie for Primrose and me, back at the farmhouse now. But I'm pushing it timewise. We stop in mid scene so that I could point her toward her bed already.

Camp ends with lights out. For Primrose, not for me. I exhale, on the couch, with Ed. But not for long. I have a very early morning tomorrow. I need to be ready for it! Day two of camp begins at sunrise for me. I am so hoping that the lily count will drop, but if not, I'm there for them. And for the kids. With July strength to meet the moment. 

and so much love...