An Afternoon on the Farm

Today Dave and I drove Mom and Dad up to Maryland to catch their fight home. Dad was sure security would be impossibly long so close to the captial. He asked that we drop them THREE HOURS ahead of thier flight. Having lost two hours of the time we planned to spend in D.C., you could say that our tour was drastically abbreviated. Our "tour" went something like this:

"Look, there....that's the White House."

"Where?"

"Never mind, you missed it."

On the way home, Dave and I stopped at Sara Palmer's home. Sara is Brian's cousin. She lives on a 326 acre farm in a three bedroom home built into the side of a hill. It was originally built in the 1750's and has been rennovated over the years. You can still see the original hearth in what used to be the kitchen and is now the familyroom.

Sara's father was a landscape architect and bought the property for an English Yew tree supposed to be at least 200 years old. Sara's three dogs reminded me of something out of Calvin and Hobbs. She has several horses including a few retired race horses. Elvis was the most endearing. Elvis is thirty years old! That's incredibly old for a horse. He has no back teeth and will follow you around like a dog. However, upon getting to know Elvis better, it seems he follows you around because he likes having his privates scratched. No joke. Apparently the flies like to bite the soft skin there and it's difficult to swat one's underside with a tail located on the backside.

I hope very much to be able to make a return visit with the kids. Kirk will get lost in the woods for several days, Dani would move in with the horses, and Jake would probaby play video games, doing his best to avoid the chickens who believe the farm belongs to them.