We've found a few acres with some buildings not far from town that we've fallen in love with. It's in a sense a homecoming for me; I grew up on a farm and remember playing around in the barn and other outbuildings. The adventure to be found in the country with a little imagination is a great thing for a kid to experience.
Unfortunately as we grow older the play must soon forfeit to responsibilty, and this past weekend was no exception. The garage was in sore need of shingles. A gracious neighbour offered planks and the use of his truck, and in one sunny Sunday afternoon Theresa and I had the old shingles removed.
The kids though found another use for the planks.
What a wonderful alternative to offer your children.