Here comes the part where it looks like only my immediate family was on the hayride. While the following photograph shows the hayride set-up, it doesn't really help my case:
I promise that there were many aunts and uncles and cousins along. There's just not a smooth way to ask mid-hayride if I could take a photograph with the context that it may or may not end up on one's personal internet blog.
We stacked garden benches up on the platform. My mom and Josh and I shared a bench.
And right away, it was the kind of day that makes you feel really grateful to be outside.
We stopped at a pond that was reflecting the clouds very splendidly.
We also stopped at a place that my mom calls Fern Gully. It's a wooded area with chairs arranged at various vantage points, including this one, in the ferns:
The ferns were beautiful up close. There were so many of them. I was captivated.
Just one more snapshot, okay?
Y'all know how I love a big, big sky.