We had a big day at the farm on Sunday. In a cloud of dust, coming from the east up the gravel road came the Danes and the Northern Minnesotans. A flurry of activity and children, and there they all were! Strangers and yet, strangely, friends.
I was a little flustered, as I am prone to be, but tried to keep my composure as I invited my company in. After a short period of feeling awkward, I found that these people felt like long time friends to me. Before long conversation was flowing and a good time was had.
I also met the best behaved children I have encountered in some little while. And a father who acts as a jungle jim for his delightful daughter! He is very well trained.
So we had a little picnic lunch, a bit of lemonade and sangria and friendly conversation. I learned that the trees aren't as tall in Denmark. This is due to how the glaciers came through and the type of soil they deposited is not as fertile. That the Danish child did not know what an eagle is. Yes, one of the immature eagles made a fly-by just for them. I learned that Bemidji has a thriving arts community. I learned that strangers can become friends in about fifteen minutes.
I also learned that a grill can become a makeshift buffet table. I think this might be considered a redneck version of a serving table.
We had perfect weather, perfect children and a dog that was beside himself. Howard has never seen children. Really. He wore himself out with his joy over the mini version of two-leggers! He wiggled off about two pounds I think. Grace took one look at that crowd and promptly took herself off to my bed and stayed there. Not one for company, that one.
The horses were admired, although mostly from a distance. Zing showed everyone he knows his name. Bounce showed off his regrown hair and Topper pushed his way to the gate for a nice scratch. All the geldings admired the small ones, as they also are not over familiar with wee people.
This is a memory I am more than glad I got to make. Due to my self-imposed restrictions my life can be limited to my farm and the narrow scope of community surrounding it. For one day it was a wonderful thing to open the window a bit and let in a new experience; one filled with laughter and children.
Anyone else thinking they want to make a trip to Minnesota? I can open that window a little wider.