During the week we took a visit to my parents farm in Pomboneit. Yes. The area is called Pomboneit. The only marking point of Pomboneit (can’t even call it a town) is a junky looking antiques shed called the Pombo Mart. Such a name always gets my chuckle on. But I’m a simple kinda lass.
Little Vick was in his outdoorsy element following his Poppy around helping with the chores. I think I have a little country boy at heart on my hands.
So much discovery to be had.
The bird seed feeder
And golden eggs to be found…
Not to mention some old fashioned fun!
No wonder he likes the place. He gets his own chariot.
Note the royal wave
And Spring is richly singing in these parts. I did feel invigorated in the fields of gold.
Remember these pretties? I wanted to make daisy chains all afternoon and do cartwheels in the fields.