Behold the cousins! Every last one of them!
The farmhouse lawn = rolling hill (“get out of the road, kids!”)
Behold the great-grandchildren! Every last one of them!
(that’s nine, for those of you at home…the redhead on Pop’s lap is my cousin’s son; all the others belong to my sister and me)
Sweet moment during singing “Happy Birthday”…Andrew was singing adoringly right into Pop’s face, and Pop reached over to tickle him.
Then we headed for the barn
Jonathan and his cousin fed a holstein calf
He also fed a lamb
He was being called “farmer boy” by the end of the day