“The tallest oak in the forest was once just a little nut that held its ground.” ~ Unknown
For a forth year the Terry Family met at Uncle Harold’s farm near Stacy Fork. And for the forth year a good time was had by all. We took our hay ride, played corn hole, and spread enough food to feed the county. Apparently, word got out that we have a big time as this dog decided to join us. He was a great dog, too. Young and full of life. He particularly liked the corn hole bean bags, until AJ managed to distract him with a stick.
About the only way I can get in any pictures is a self portrait through cousin Brian’s glasses. Here, I’m sandwiched between his son, Austin, and his dad, my Uncle Harold. Brian is a hoot. He wore a shirt that said “I pooped today.” He said he got it at a retirement home. I nearly spit out my food. The gif below of cousins Lanelle, Missy, and Renee is pretty dang funny, too. I love my family from the bottom of my heart, and I am so very, very fortunate to have been born into a gang of kind hearted souls.