I forgot to mention a really beautiful moment from our weekend at the farm — it was our town’s annual “Pioneer Days” celebration and on Sunday night there were fireworks at the high school.  The school is relatively near to us, so mom, dad, grandma and I took lawn chairs out onto the driveway and watched the fireworks across our neighbor’s field.  The wetlands to the east, south, and west of us were filled with frogs singing along to the booms and blasts, and lightning bugs danced along to the bursts of light.  It was one of those moments that was so beautiful it felt like it was already a rosy memory even as we were living it.

[Photo credit: I found it here.]