He was only two, nearing his third birthday, but in his mind, he was a giant. And in my heart too. Dressed in jeans and overalls, we became farmers.
For a fun field trip, another homeschooling mom invited a group of us friends to her farm for a picnic. We relished the time away from the city. Deeply breathing the fresh air, we watched the animals around us. Horses. Ducks. Chickens. And the cows.
The horses stamped their hooves and swished their tails in salutation to our calls and hoots. The children were thrilled to see the display and fed them handfuls of freshly culled hay—little hands offering grass, dandelions, and love. With this first stop, our field trip had already succeeded.
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