In early May we hosted our fifth annual Planting Party on the farm. Each spring, we pick a weekend to invite our friends and neighbors to help us plant our field flowers. In exchange for helping to get thousands of flowers in the ground, we ply our friends with lots of food and booze and the promise of a fun time on the farm.
The party normally takes place in early May, with the notable exception of 2013, the year that we were forced to move up the date of our soiree to mid-April to accommodate three pregnant ladies--including, ahem, one key player who was due on the frost free date. That was the year we refer fondly as "the pregnant lady field prep party." We got a remarkable amount of work done that year despite our bulging bellies (Or the fact we were sober the entire weekend).
Fast forward three years and our crew has almost doubled, yet our planting productivity has been cut in half (or more). Three toddlers and two babies will do that to you.
The 2-year olds definitely gave us a run for our money this year. The final tally: One fell into the pond, one fell off the golf cart, and yet another ended up in the ER. Despite a few tears, there were no major injuries or hurt feelings. We got the flowers all planted and we're still all friends. Win-win-win.
There were lots of laughs and loads of fun. When not falling into (or out of) things, the kids had fun playing with kitties, kites, bubbles, plastic shovels, tractors and the ever-popular rocks. We plied them with lots of sugar, including "TeeTee's" sugar cookies, tractor and planting-party-themed cakes from Crystal Lisette Cakes, plus MawMaw's mud pudding--complete with gummy worms.
We're grateful for friends large--and small--who came from near and far to help us plant our flowers. As my dad would often say, "many hands make light work." We couldn't do what we do without the kind assistance from SO many friends and family members. It makes doing what we do that much more meaningful and memorable.