An extra sweet Mothers Day

We drove out to Finn River Farm and Cidery in Chimacum, stopped for some picnic goodies at the country store, and spent the day sipping cider and walking around the farm.

 As if on cue - - I decided we should move to Chimacum. (It doesn't matter what rural part of the world we are visiting. The country life is always calling my name.) I tell Jason the same things: The housing is cheaper. You could teach. I will homeschool the kids. "Someday we will go rural," he says.

 If Chimacum means unlimted juice, Truman is on board.

Thanks to my boys for knowing exactly how I like to spend my time. On a farm. Eating an entire package of local goat cheese. Daydreaming about our future move to the country.