On Wednesdays We Play

Have you ever considered what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone else’s daily life?

Fly on the Wall is a monthly post by a group of bloggers challenged to let our readers see what it might be like to be a fly on the wall in our homes. Each post is not a single story, but a compilation of snippets, each one its own quote or event or conversation (or disaster) strung together to provide a behind-the-scenes glimpse into our lives.

On the same day at the same time, all the participating bloggers post their Fly on the Wall submissions and link up to each other. Here are links to the other writers’ posts.  I suggest you go see what they’ve been up to too.

Menopausal Mother
Searching for Sanity
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy
Go Mama O
Spatulas on Parade
Never Ever Give Up Hope

Bookworm in the Kitchen

Over the last few weeks I had the pleasure of having my college kids home for spring break. Since their breaks didn’t coincide, I had time to spend with each of them individually. As it happened, on each week we had an interesting outing on Wednesday. (This was purely coincidental.) My daughter had learned about a local farm that boards and fosters pigs in need of a forever home and wanted to visit. My son loves to hike, so a day in the woods was a must for him.

I guess since these were both outdoors, the fly wasn’t really on a wall, just tagging along with us. I took a number of pictures these days and am trying something different here – more of a photo essay. I hope you enjoy it.

Our visit to Ross Mill Farm and Piggy Camp

We found out about this farm over winter break when it came across my Facebook newsfeed. There were several entertaining videos of adorable pigs and my daughter immediately said she wanted to visit. Our schedule did not allow it then, so we made a point to go the next time she was home. We were met by a friendly cat and one pig who seemed to be waiting for an opening to get into the farmhouse. A few pigs in pens did their best to get our attention (one made quite a fuss when we looked at his neighbors), while the ones out in the yard were content to much on grass and ignore us. There was one piglets that seemed curious about us but for the most part kept a distance. Overall, there was a lot of personality on the farm.

Several pigs wander freely about the farm. We were told those in fenced areas were mostly boarding.

Scenes from our 5 mile hike at Evansburg State Park

My son’s one request was to go hiking over break. Though we had talked about a park a bit further from home, we got a late start and chose this one. The distance was just right for this trip. The sun was starting to set as we got back to the car.

Let’s play a game – what lives here? If you look close, you’ll see a rounded area where some critter likely spent the night.

While I hate graffiti on trails, the eyes here made me smile. We theorized that these ruins once belonged to a mill on the creek.

Native Americans would bend young trees to mark trails. It looks like that’s what happened here

I got to play with some of the special effects on the camera

A smile at about the midpoint. Ready for several holidays.

“The Meadow!” (In my best Bambi voice.)

Just chillin’ by the water

The green on the far bank caught my eye. I was amazed at the reflections in the water.

Just a couple of ducks hanging out

We learned something new. The New York Brownstones may have their origins in the Philadelphia suburbs.

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I can walk across here!

Which end is up? (It really IS right side up.)

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