When I Grow Up

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

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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

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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.

 

black pig

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.

 

fallen hollow tree

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.

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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.

tree with bent limb

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

 

creek with rocks, change in colors

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

a tree decorated with a white rabbit and shamrock below it and beads hanging on branches

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

grassy meadow

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

man standing on creek bank

Just chillin’ by the water

 

creek with bright green foilage on far bank, trees reflected in water

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

ducks in the creek

Just a couple of ducks hanging out

image of the creek and description of stones from there

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

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creek, man standing on bank

I can walk across here!

 

trees reflected in creek

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

 

 

 

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About Kimberly Yavorski

Kimberly is a freelance writer who loves to learn about new things and then write about them. She is rarely caught outdoors without her camera. Links to her work can be found on her website www.kimberlyyavorski.com.

9 thoughts on “On Wednesdays We Play

  1. bakinginatornado

    I just spent time on vacation with my boys. Although it was great to have them together, I’m a bit jealous of you having spent one-on-one time with yours. I love that they each chose something they wanted to do, and how different their choices were. Great pics!

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