We waited and waited and waited until, finally, this parade limped down the road. The trailer had three flat tires on the way. Mobile home, my foot!
While the movers unhitched everything and the other men helped and stood around with manly stances, the girls and I were across the road in the quonset hut. It's the perfect place to amuse oneself with hay and mud.
Susannah made me laugh as she repeatedly shrieked, "Look! I'm BIG!" Her delight reminded me of what it was once like to live in a world of giants. Anything Of Importance in the World of Adults is always much too high.
Piper wasn't impressed with the mud or the hay or the manly men or the car-home. She did, however, strike a friendship with the sunshine. It lulled her right to sleep.
Haybales are always so much fun to climb on when you're a little kid. Not as much fun (for me) when you have to figure out how to fit them in, when you're haying! (I've just done it for neighbors along with my siblings.)
ReplyDeletePiper looks like a little sleepy elf.