Tromping Through Fields - p.h.f.r.

It's been ages since a deluge of child photos around here! It's also been ages since I intentionally took the real camera out of doors because I'm lazy and a complete Instagram addict. So I tried to remedy both habits last week as we all went out on a quick tromp through the fields behind our yard.

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I'm sure it breaks a thousand internet laws to publish photos of your house on the internet but -- I'm tossing that naive idea to the wind simply because everything is in full bloom and full greenery. I know I share so many, many pictures of snow and frozen tundra for months on end that there must be a good mention to beautiful weather and growing greenery! And random boys doing random boy things.

Sigh. Everything is so beautiful here in the summer that it completely puts you under the spell that it's worth it to live here all year long. And it also makes you want to grow up to be a retired snowbird who spend the icey, white half of the year in Arizona.

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It's marvellous that my children get to roam freely in fields with nothing of civilization for miles around to stop them. Other than fences, which I guess are civilization since man built them. But it is by far the most romantic thing about living in the middle of nowhere. I don't think I spend enough time trying to document it or share it, but it's pretty nice around here.

 I feel as if I'm going to rip off The Pioneer Woman by doing too many cow photos, but we all want to pretend to be the Pioneer Woman every so often right?

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Boys and sticks. It's a thing. I cannot recommend sticks enough if you're parenting boys. Whenever they're freaking out, wrestling, and otherwise driving me crazy inside, I literally say, "Go outside and find a stick!" I think it'll be the title of my parenting book. 

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And sometimes boys just need to go off and walk out of sight of their mothers and ride motorized vehicles. The motorized vehicles thing doesn't happen by themselves, I'm not completely crazy. But it was pretty cute watching Dom walk half a mile away by himself until he tired himself out and decided to bound back to me. I was allowing him time to himself and in no way was too lazy to walk that mile with him...

Also real, I mostly let my children dress themselves as evidenced in these photos. I already look back at photos and think, "Why did I let them wear that?!" but in the moment it's worth it. So you know that I didn't stage these delightful moments of childhood because everyone is dressed like a crazy person! 

There's a little taste of a late spring afternoon around here, glad I'm finally getting around to sharing it with you.

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