We had camped our first long weekend on the farm, Memorial Day 2006, the ten of us in tents and campers. Huge thunder storm, buckets of rain in the middle of the night. Campfires after each busy day of clearing brush and starting the cleaning out of 30 years of junk from the abandoned buildings. Exploring our new world. It was a grand weekend, the beginning or our grand adventure.
The evening the rest of the family had returned to Green Bay while Dennis and I remained in our camper at the farm, we decided to make the sandbox.
We used huge old wood beams from a tumbled down shed to make the sides. It had to be large enough for all six punks to play in at the same time. The pile of sand was about four feet high in the middle - a veritable mountain! And the whoops of joy when the boys first saw it was worth the effort -
The sandbox is still the favorite playsite at the cabin. And they all still fit!
They dig holes, and build all kinds of castles and countries, and create dramas, and fill moats with water, and get gloriously wet and sandy and grubby. What more could you ask for a summer day and five boys?
Speaking of holes... (sigh)...it's a boy thing. I'm sure little girls would never be seen with holey knees.
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What a wonderful memory and thoughtful thing to do on your first night at your new home.
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