So, I cleaned. I cleaned upstairs, I washed floors, I washed outside windows (pick yourself up off my clean floors- it happens). I labeled extra trash cans and recycling. I even completely cleaned the newly-finished basement room. The tv was set to the Giants/Phillies ball game. The toys were out and available. I figured people were going to come, it was going to rain buckets about 20 minutes after they arrived, and I needed to be ready for all of them to sit on top of each other whilst eating their mac-n-cheese.
It doesn’t rain. It doesn’t rain and people don’t need that extra space in the basement. It doesn’t rain, forget the space in the basement, and the kids want to jump on hay bales instead of playing with puppets. It doesn’t rain. There are still vacuum lines in the carpet downstairs.
I could learn a lot from this. I probably won’t, but I could.
We welcomed about 65 people to TexasNorth for a hayride and cookout. Thirty-one of those were under age 12. It was pretty fabulous. Everyone crammed into our kitchen/living room/foyer/dining room. Everyone grabbed a plate, and then everyone just ate and talked. Some spilled out onto the (uncovered) porches. Some headed out to the bonfire. Some just sat right on the floor where they were.
to see everyone
to share s p a c e
to introduce new friends
It could easily be a ridiculous idea. We don’t have enough room. There’s only one bathroom. One of our doors is a sad sheet of plywood. We never know what the weather will do. We guess at numbers and food. What we do have is a desire for this farm to be welcoming and But we do have a love of bringing people together… for something simple. Just come. Bring some chex mix. Ride on a wagon. There’s nothing fancy. There’s no official plan. Just come.
I’m incredibly awkward in person. My words jumble and timing gets off kilter and I forget to put socks on my children. I went through my usual panics, gagged on weather predictions and host-anxiety (Will they have a good time? Will they be bored? Will someone get stampeded?) And then the people came and it was, as it always is, fine. I love that our friends and family mix so well. I love that everyone just files in, grabs their food, and wanders back out again. I love that not everything has to be so… planned.
We love you guys! We’re so glad you shared your Saturday night with us. For those of you that missed out this year there’s always next year, rain or shine. Who knows. Maybe you’ll get to take a longhorn home.
dreams for next year:
more lights outside
a menu of brisket, potato salad, and homemade buns
P.S. If you got any photos, please pass them along or post them to facebook. I, of course, got none. None of Ry and Rory sharing pretzels. None of the hay fort. None of Bill getting yelled at by Big Belinda. None of Jim and Heather exchanging aprons. Hopefully, you can help me out 🙂