Wide Open Spaces...and Cows

You know what the best thing is about things you don't want to do?  How easy it is to just not do them.  Take cooking for example.   I was all set to try out a new recipe for Spicy Chicken Tortillas and realized I had no sour cream.  Now, had I been back in Markham, a 15 minute jaunt would have had me some sour cream (5 if they had it in stock at the Daisy Mart).  But as it is, I just couldn't make a 45 minute trip to get sour cream.  On top of that we decided to take the Little Farmers to see Madagascar 3*.

*Side note: recommended.  It was funnier than I thought it would be from the previews.

Anyhow, we drove into Orangeville for the 7:15 show with 3 VERY excited little farmers...to find that it was sold out.  Seriously?  Of course, there was still a 9:45 showing...and wouldn't you know Country Lovin' Boy thought that was a perfect idea.  Me, not so much.  But to my great surprise, they did well.  Even this one:

What am I talking about?  That has nothing to do with the title of this post...I digress as usual.  Must be my gift of the gab.  Yes, I was told a short time ago that I have the "gift of gab"  I'm not entirely sure that is a compliment.  Honestly, in the great realm of gifts is that really the best one to get?  I guess I do enjoy blabbing but at least when I blab through my fingers into the online world I don't have to watch your eyes glaze over.

Did it again.

Okay so here we go with the original entity of my post.  To fill another long day, we visited some friends who have a dairy farm.  Tiny Farmer is obsessed with cows, Little Farmer loves anything that is called a farm and Big Farmer couldn't wait to do this:

He is shoveling hay (straw? is there a difference?) into a moving...trolley-ish...no, gutter like...he is doing something with a shovel in the barn!  Good golly, evidently I didn't learn much! 





I know my way to the farm very well but decided to use my GPS anyway.  Normally,  I take a paved road the whole way there...but the GPS had something different in mind.  I swear it knows when I am the one driving!  Ah, gravel roads.  But the scenery was worth it.  And it did make me feel pretty country.  Who wants to take a paved road to a farm anyway?

 

At the end of the day, I love that I live here. 

Tomorrow?  Part 2 of the after photos...at the rate I'm getting the rooms cleaned this is going to end up being a 5 part series.