Obviously, here at Hart Ranch in South Dakota, Labor Day weekend is the last hurrah for weekend warriors and their kids. The place has been over taken with kids (and bicycles). The speed limit for vehicles is 10 mph but it would be safer to walk anywhere. (Kids have no fear or shame when they ride out in front of you.) There are grills going, games being played, bicycle races, razor (scooters) races, strollers loaded with kids and dogs, tents up, tents blown down from a nasty wind storm, one little girl sitting in a big, tonka toy type truck, being pulled by her brother on his bike on a long rope weaving all over the road. Picnic tables are pushed together with Moms and Grandmas getting the food ready. There are games of hide and seek with lots of shrieks and laughter. Occasionally, there's a baby crying. The couple parked next to us had several car loads of family show up yesterday. Young, old, teenagers and a new baby. Lots of oohs and aahs. The watermelon was bought out after the chicken and corn had been devoured. Grandpa had what looked like a hacksaw to cut into the melon. It took him awhile but everyone eventually got their slice of watermelon.
Today, Monday, they'll start packing up to head home. Tomorrow all will once again be quiet. Too quiet. I like hearing the laughter of little kids. Lucy, however, will be glad to see a couple of dogs leave.
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I know what you mean when you wrote in May that you didn't know who you were writing the blog for. I go from feeling really "on it" and inspired with many things to write, to Ehhh, I don't know. Sigh.
I'm glad you've kept it up, though. I liked reading your observations of the weekend blowout at Hart Ranch. I could picture it. :)
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