Golf Balling

There are a couple of special things the kids always want to do when we go back to Wisconsin and stay with my mom.  One is going to the farm (Pat is my mom's best friend - her parents still live on a farm just down the street from her house -- they have cows and the kids LOVE to go see them).  The other is looking for golf balls.  Pat's house bumps up to field on one side and golf course on the other.  When the field gets cut, the kids put on their rain boots, take along shovels and a plastic bag and begin hunting in the field for golf balls that have overshot the fairway.

Sometimes the balls get driven into the grass by the tractor wheels
which is why they have to bring a shovel.

Then there's the added bonus of finding
other things in nature.

Our crew today was (from left) Jake, Alissa, Nora, Gram, Rusty, Jenna, and Pat.
I was (obviously) the photographer and Greta was able to come along
all snuggled up in the Ergo.

When Jake is back, he's always Myles' biggest buddy.

This day, the jackpot was pretty decent.  We had found about 30 some golf balls.  There have been times they've found less and other times more.  Even if they only found five golf balls, I think the two of them would be thrilled. They just like running in the field and digging out the balls with the shovel. I'm glad they have these rural-life types of opportunities too.