The sights: cows, chickens, gardens, flowers, hay, old farm equipment baking in the sun.
The smells: hay and bacon.
The sounds: junebugs buzzing in the morning, putt putt of a 1956 John Deer tractor pulling us on a hay ride, voices of family, laughter.
I asked my children what they enjoyed the most about being there. Their answer: just being there. Perfect.
