Summer Time in I.P.

I have this relationship with Summer Time. It's strange because EVERYONE loves summer time. I do too, don't get me wrong. But when your husband is a farmer, you just kind of like winter. That is, if you like spending time with him... which I do.
So here we are, it's summer time and my husband is a working like a wild man. Checking pivots, fixing pivots, hauling, spreading, spraying, fixing, unclogging, bleeding, driving tractoring (not a word, I know), you get the idea.
And then one day, one day he says to you, "I think we could go up to Island Park for two days next week. What do you think?" And the Napoleon Dynamite in you says, "HECK, YES!"
A, hem. Let me get a hold of myself. This may or may not be what happened at our house a few weeks ago. All leading up to the two measley pictures. Thanks for sticking with me on my ramblings. I can think of two people who would still be reading this (thanks Heather and Kristine).
Here is Gwen who is somewhat of a dare devil, she hopped in the water to swim with dad. They look so happy in this picture, I love it.

We always bring the rain with us to Island Park, but that's okay. A few sweatshirts later and we good.

I deeply love at least two days this summer.