I headed home to Iowa for a few days this week to see my parents and my brother, who was in town from Portland. We cooked, we baked, we ate, we sampled good beers, we took late night walks in search of owls, we mowed, we scrubbed pesky little flowers off of my car, we celebrated my parents’ 36th anniversary and my grandparents’ 65th anniversary, we ate a little more, and I took a bunch of pictures with my phone. It never really feels like summer until I head home and eat something that my mom bakes with freshly picked rhubarb, and it officially feels like summer now.
A giant pig that greeted me when I walked into my room.
Backyard
Front yard
Locust tree
The lane
Chives that I forgot to snip to bring back with me
Rhubarb that I forgot to pull to bring back with me
The rock from afar
Steps
Happy to be home
Irises
Sun!
Dinner
Blue sky
Heading out to mow
View from the tractor
Another view from the tractor. I have a feeling that real farmers don’t drive tractors in flip flops and bathing suits. They probably don’t listen to Kanye while working their land, either.
Wildflowers in the prairie grass
Fluffy clouds
Neat rows of trees
Flowers from the yard
Huge storm
The cat that cleared the bird feeders at my grandparents’ house.
Am curious about that red vest you are wearing? And loverly fluffin’ clouds.
Nice pictures! And people look at me funny when I say I enjoy all the mowing I do (best kept secrets I guess!). And, no, I don’t listen to Kanye either – haha!