More Fun on the Farm

When each grandchild was born, my grandfather named a "street" on the farm after us. Which I thought was so cool. Although, let's take a look at how my street sign has fallen much further into disrepair than Clay's has.


I'm trying not to take that personally. Or as any kind of confirmation that Clay is, in fact, the favorite child. Or as a reminder of the fact that I am just old. I suppose I should just be grateful that my sign is still standing at all. Because I think that the "Clarke's Path" sign has been missing for years. And "Phillip's Crossing" is barely even a road anymore. Yes, feeling slightly better now. Moving on...

Many more adventures to be had on the farm...

Fishing



Clay displaying his inner redneck.


The Row-Thru Brewery


My grandfather's tool shed.


The old dinner bell on the porch of the cabin.


A girl should always have a boat named after her. Even if it's just a row boat.



Family football


Clarke and Phillip celebrate their mad skillz


Clay & Haley celebrate, while Philip suffers the agony of defeat.


And of course, fun with the dogs.


Toby trying to enjoy the remnants of someone's lunch.



Prancing with her Stick


Haley was so smart, she realized that even when we were relaxing on the porch, she could still get us to thrown the ball for her if she dropped it through the railing and it landed at our feet. Clever girl.


Toby has always been afraid of loud noises. One day out at the farm someone nearby must have been skeet shooting or something, because there were lots of big noises like gun shots. Toby got a little freaked out. Well, at the same time, Dad and Clay headed out in the row boat to do a little fishing. Now, Toby does not swim. He will wade out in the water sometimes, but only up to his belly. But the big noises spooked him and, and he set off swimming, following Dad and Clay and the boat, as if he desperately wanted to be in there with them. That was clearly the only safe place to be.


It's as if he's saying, "No, Let me in, let me in."


Then the boys made it out to the middle of the lake and Tobe ran around to try and get in the boat from over there. Here you can see the boat and the tiny speck that is Toby, to the left of them.


We finally coaxed him out. Here he's saying, "Don't let them shoot me, ok?"


He did ultimately live to tell the tale.

Edgebrook Farm

One of the biggest parts of going to Georgia is spending time at our family's farm, which my parents bought the year I was born. 60 some acres, a cabin, a pond and a kind of sad little Christmas tree farm (we always end up with a sparse-ish, Charlie Brown tree, but I love it that it comes from our farm). The farm is also where old cars come to die. Dad and Uncle Chuck have a thing for old cars and we've got at least 10-12 of them living out the rest of their days at Edgebrook Farm. We took lots of pictures, as they were amazing.




This is an old army uniform that my grandfather found years ago. No idea how old it is, except that it looks like it's from the Civil War.




This is a front part of a car that somehow made it into the attic of the barn. No idea.




Geoff also did a photo shoot of me on the tractor. Cause why wouldn't you, when there's a tractor?


This one looks like it could have been my senior picture. Love it.



Another large part of family time is always made up of Clay (and now Geoff) flying remote control airplanes. On one of the many flight attempts, the plane got stuck in a tree.


So naturally, Clay tied a bucket to a long piece of string, swing the bucket around a few times and launched it into the tree to knock the plane down. It also got stuck.


Clay laughing at the mess he got himself into. And ps, I will take credit for that Tshirt, as I think it is hysterical. I gave it to him a few Christmases ago. El Camino, the Mullet of Cars.


Next came many attempts to launch a football into the tree.


Haley was also very helpful and brought her football over, in case we needed it.


Until the football got stuck. Here you can see...plane, bucket on string, football all up there together.


Finally Geoff found the world's longest pipe, just laying around, unattached to anything, and that eventually did the trick. Does this remind anyone of The World's Longest Rake from Thanksgiving?


The plane was finally rescued, and the boys set off for the big field to fly the plane again, only to immediately lodge it in the tallest tree on the farm. Where it remains to this day.