Summer Picnic . . .

We were invited to a summer picnic a few nights ago.

The very hot and humid weather that has been 
hanging around the past few days.

certainly didn't faze our having a grand time.

It was a wonderful evening.   

This  greeting was visible by the door.

We had been with this group of people at various holiday gatherings

but this was the first time we had been in the Walters home.

Five minutes after I was there I felt honored to be invited to

spend some time with this gracious, welcoming family.    

 It didn't take me long before I noticed some of the art work. 
This piece above was done by a family member.
The hostess told me that their grandchildren
had named each person in the painting. 

 and the food, oh my goodness.
Steak and Walleye and Perch  

 potatoes, cole slaw, baked beans, green beans,

 

 fresh fruit, veggies

and every kind of pie imaginable

vintage table cloths on each of the tables, so pretty

there were appetizers and refreshments too

and a decision was made to eat indoors because of the

warm, still, no breeze weather



and after eats and visits we were treated to a hay ride around the farm

not everyone went on the ride but those of us that did

enjoyed every minute

even the narrow turns, branches, bugs too

and the sunset was beautiful

and almost hidden from view was this old wire fence and post

a perfect pic for good fences 

I wondered if we would cross this bridge

I just knew there were trolls under there

and I could hear them say

"whose that crossing over my bridge"

(we rode beside not over)

 Jerry the host had put up hay the day of our picnic
We had fresh hay bales to sit on while on the wagon  

the evening ended with us visiting together outdoors

we enjoyed watching and listening to the host

as he called up the

bull, steers, calves

 to the house

 for an evening treat

"C'mon Boss, C'mon Boss, C'mon Boss"

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a truly wonderful evening

~

In all of life, have much fun and laughter.

Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured.

Gordon B Hinckley

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Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map.

It was wherever the people who loved you were,

whenever you were together.

Not a place, but a moment, then another,

building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter

that you take with you for your entire life,

wherever you may go.. 

Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye 

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time to say goodnight

good night