The week leading up to our farm trip was not easy. I had a stomach virus. Meg developed a migraine. Then on Thursday Meg fell running to the car and broke her finger. Yes, this is the same child who injured her arm running in from the school playground a few weeks ago. Numerous friends and family have suggested we wrap her in bubble wrap (and as I wrote that she tripped trying to get into a rocking chair, so I think bubble wrap is a great idea).
I am not certain how we managed to get to the farm with so many doctor visits on Thursday and Friday, but we are here. And even with lots of rain and mud, I am so glad we are here.
Our cozy suite provides us with a full kitchen, a claw-foot soaking tub, a nook for Meg and Clare to sleep in and separate bedroom for Anne and me. There's even a back corner with a play kitchen and various other toys.
We were invited to participate in farm chores at 7:30 Saturday morning. Chore time included feeding lambs.
The goat, of course, needed to be milked.
And eggs had to be gathered.
When chores were done, we enjoyed a breakfast of fresh eggs and then played at the playhouse.
After a rainy morning of rest and play (and a few sibling squabbles), we left the farm for a drive to Lancaster, Pennsylvania. There we took a ride in an Amish buggy. The girls pretended to be Beatrix Potter riding in her buggy. I enjoyed the sound of rain beating against the buggy along with the clip-clopping of the horse's hooves.
It's been a good trip so far and we have more planned for Sunday.