Things didn't go quite as expected -- which really, should always be expected. Goldie had no interest in posing for photos, as she wanted to be taking photos herself (even though I told her repeatedly how I'd brought them to do this "fun" thing so that I could take pictures -- still, as evidenced in the above post, her non participation managed to provide some cute shots). Abe and Daisy were willing enough, but their Super Man and sun-glass-wearing-skull-head t-shirts didn't quite fit the rustic farm vibe I had envisioned. And, even the willing participants were mostly willing to do what they wanted to do as opposed to what I wanted them to do: "Mom! Take a picture of me lying in this tall grass!" "Mom! Take a picture of me touching my nose with this tickly weed!" (And, I did take those pictures). Penny, for some unknown reason, cried from the moment we got there -- the weeds were too tall, she couldn't climb the fence like the big kids, she's just a little girl and they sometimes cry a lot for no reason. Before long, Abe was complaining that his legs were, "killing him," from walking through all the weeds, so he walked grumpy little Penny home while I tried a few more shots of Goldie and Daisy before deciding it would be best to go put everyone straight away to bed.
Of course, when we got back, Mike had opened up his parents' tent trailer to see what shape it was in, and that was far too exciting to allow room for any bit of bed time thoughts. Anyway, here is a little of the madness.