for the past two days, [J] & I have been in my hometown. 10 of my family members [aunts, uncles, cousins] are here, from colorado & california. in anticipation for a huge family reunion this weekend.
we were so happy to spend some quality time with them.
dare I say our activities weren’t typical for us but extremely stereotypical for iowans.
my grandpa has a farm. that he does not live on. but rather, he works on classic cars [& tractors] there. the kids love going to run around [& drive the tractors]. so off we went ..
to play hide & seek in the corn fields. drive tractors. wander through the barns. and embrace our iowa stereotype.
guys can be so creative when they’re bored. with a baseball bat & a lot of athletic tape they made a gun look-a-like. it’s the only kind I’m willing to touch.
one of my cousin’s [from southern california] asked me if [J] & I live on a farm, surrounded by corn fields?
these pictures only encourage the “every person in iowa lives on a farm” fib. but we don’t.
on the contrary, there are a lot of farms. I was just not raised anywhere near one. I get my sweet corn from the grocery store. or the farmer’s market. also according to my slightly irritated legs, I may be allergic to corn husks. and I’m petrified of insect close encounters, which there are many on a farm.
I’m a city gal, who can get down on a farm.
every once in awhile.
middle of the week wednesday.
[tomorrow’s a holiday: go find your red, white, & blue].