Today was mud.

Today we filled our tummies with raw corn right off the stalk and ran around that farm like crazy people, enjoying the sunshine.

Waylon decided that he likes the tire swing in the front yard, and his confidence on the tire swing about gave his Mommy a heart attack!

We chased the chickens, chased Dada mowing the lawn, chased the dog and the goats. We played chase. When this little farm runs though your blood, you run through it.

Today was mud.