No rain… not a 75% chance drop
… anywhere near us Friday night for the 2nd Annual Hayride at TexasNorth
. Oh, friends… it was fantastic. Cars (*ahem* minivans)
began arriving at 6:29pm and by 6:32pm the first hayriders were on their way around the neighborhood. There were a total of 60 folks… most of which were children who immediately made friends with other short people and ran off into the tall grass never to be seen again until their parents/aunts/grandparents had to round them up around 11pm to go home pleasegetinthtecarweHave.To.Leave. I have few pictures, as we were having too much fun. Grand prize goes to the Ernsbergers
, who showed up at 7pm with their 6-week old twins and their 5 year-old and were among the very last folks to leave. You are officially the Coolest Parents Ever
were hidden and found and re-hidden and found, hayforts were made, chickens were harrassed, and much mac and cheese was consumed. There were 3 hayrides, all announced by the magical pop-popping of the red tractor
which would send all the kiddos scrambling for their glowsticks and new best friend to the front of the Shoebox for another jaunt through the pasture. It was so so
much fun. Wasn’t it? I thought it was fun. I mostly just watched. I’m very good at watching.
Abe protecting his loot, Rylie not buying whatever Mike is selling (with Josie smiling away back there), and Ian Sydney Marli and Hailey in the hayfort. Ian is now known for being the child who sought me out that night to ask if there was any laundry he could do and what brand of washing machine did I own? He quickly changed his mind when I told him it was a GE. He informed me ‘it should be a Whirlpool.’ Right. Got it.
Exactly one year ago Friday night, we moved into the Shoebox to stay. I was very pregnant. I wondered if we would like it… after all this planning and dreaming and building… if it would really be ok. I wondered if I was seriously testing the boundaries of our few friendships… would they break under the distance? I wondered if Curt would panic on the 30 minute drive to work and if I would become a soap opera junkie and wear sweat pants all day and start using hairspray. And I look around on nights like Friday and I say, we are going to be fine. Our house is small and dusty and far far away, but our friends- our real friends- are still here. It is a bit overwhelming to me and difficult to explain. But, thank you for coming. Thank you so much for coming.
There were some questions about the porch… or lack thereof. Yes. Next year there will be a front porch AND a back porch! They are currently being constructed by hand in the pole barn. My husband, who is amazing btw, is making them sans nails and screws. The pieces fit together a bit like a jigsaw puzzle in the old-fashioned method of mortise and tenon. It will be reinforced with oak pins from the red barn we de-constructed in February of 2006 and will have a metal roof. AND, the front piece is finished! I think this coming Saturday is “front porch assembly” day. So, next year for the hayride, we’ll have lots more covered space in case the weatherman is closer to accurate. I’m picturing candles in old canning jars and wreaths and someone playing a harmonica.
Can you play the harmonica?