NS and I spent a day and night with Tía J and four cousins at their countryside home while the man of the house was away on a work trip. It was an overcast day, but the air was pleasant. We took a walk down a gravel road flanked by fields ablaze with wild mustard and sprinkled with black cattle. We discovered a rather large, lifeless turtle in a ditch. (Tía J: "Maybe it's an old grandpa turtle." C, age 4: "It's a grandma turtle.")
N, age 2, grinned ear-to-ear as he handed me three brilliant dandelions, one by one. A county school bus slowed carefully as the two older (home schooled) children ran ahead. With a wave to the farmer, we turned around at the farm where they get eggs to supplement their own chicken coop's production.
NS napped the whole time while the cousins (aged 8, 6, 4, and 2) bickered over whose turn it was to push her stroller. They were tuckered out by the end of the adventure, but they held up amazingly well, given the ratio of their little legs to the more than two miles we covered.
Back at the ranch, fresh lemonade and cookies hit the spot.
At the table, C was full of chatter with me and the baby sitting next to her. "When she was in your belly, was she naked? Did she have those clothes on?" "When she was born, you got skinnier and she got fatter." Pointing to a wedding picture of me and CP: "You're his friend."