A tale of pot-bellied pigs and a pony ride.
Yeah, I can't go on for long in verse
Unless, of course, it is rehearsed.
I know, I know, enough already. Are your ears bleeding?
We left here a little after 9am. And then, maybe 5 minutes from our destination, our tire blew out. And I mean it BLEW out. It was flopping and rattling, as we drove on the rim into a stranger's driveway.
Let me tell you, God always has our back. The kindest couple came out with offers of help. The gentleman helped my husband change the tire, and offered us room to play in his yard and garages, and then he proceeded to air up our spare and the rest of the tires, to boot! Such unexpected kindness from a stranger. It was a wonderfully noble gesture for my children to witness.
This, my dears, was Little Lad's first-ever pony ride!!
He looooooved it, by the way!
We've never done the pony rides before, because I'm way too frugal to spend $3 dollars for a couple laps around a tree. Outrageous. But today they did all the rides for free!
How do you like this fashion statement?
He's going to start trends with the whole snappy-flap hanging out.
The following picture, of my Artist and the rabbit, is dedicated to Ann-Marie.
You always come to mind now, when I see a fluffy bunny!
May she live on forever in our hearts!
(he had a bit of help from his Daddy.)
The drive home was gorgeous. Just amazingly warm, breezy, bright...sigh...
I could live like this year 'round.
Despite the flat tire and walking around for hours, sunshine gives me renewed energy. SO I cleaned out the van, cooked chili, and played with the boys outside, while hubby and The Artist were at poker. Apparently he didn't fare too well, but I'd still call the day a success.
(And, yes, I can assure you that my title play on words was intentional!)