What a charming little farm we found in the middleofnowhere, Missouri. Lovingly named "Pick and Pick," we treated ourselves to a bucket {or two} of fresh blackberries. It's true what they say about enjoying something more when you know you have worked for it. Since it was only...oh, ya know, 105 degrees when we were out there picking, we savored every bite of our delectable homemade cobbler.
This was my first experience in the Midwest, Ty's first in Missouri. We had a positively splendid week at his parents house. It's funny how hard it can be to relax and enjoy after such a hectic finish to the semester. I had to remind Tyler of the definition of vacation every morning when we got up. He especially had a hard time allowing himself to be unproductive for a day or two. I didn't mind all that much.
We golfed, swam, shopped, took a tour of the old Missouri prison, went on evening walks, and tasted just a bit of what Missouri has to offer. Oh, we almost suffocated from the humidity too.
All in all, it was a fantastic trip.
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