Tomorrow I am running off again for a few days. I’d thought about heading to the lake, but I’m going in the opposite direction this time. I’m heading south – to farm country.

Every once in a while I like to pack up the cubs and head down to touch base with the relatives that spend their lives working the land. There are several huge farms that they own; we explore them all. They grow crops, they have dairy cattle, pigs, horses, chickens, and sheep. There are barn cats and muttlies wandering around. The kids love it.

The other day I decided it was time to go again. Whenever I do this, the hub looks at me as if I am some foreign creature. He simply cannot imagine me wearing a beat out pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a ponytail while I pitter patter around a barn or hop on a tractor. He’s never gone with me to visit the farmer relatives – he likes them a great deal, but has no desire to visit them on their home turf.

I’m taking my painted toes and fingernails. My blowdryer will be in my bag. I’ll put on my make up every morning. I always bring “me” whenever I go. The relatives down there smile indulgently. It doesn’t make any difference to them how I look when I toss on my baseball cap. They love me as I am – just as I do them.

So, while some people are heading to the beach over the weekend, I’m heading to the farm. While some of you are slipping into bikinis and splashing in the waves – I’ll be in jeans riding on a tractor. Ha! I think it sounds like fun to me. I love my every once in a while venture to the farm.

Peace