Gobble, Gobble

Thanksgiving day was spent at my grandmother's house in Idaho, affectionately known as "The Farm". It was much more of a farm during my childhood, when my grandfather was alive and kicking and loving the land. We spent a lot of time exploring the haystack, running the fields, and riding the horse, Prince. Even the smell of manure is strangely nostalgic to me because of our time spent on these wonderful acres.

Although it isn't the same as it used to be, I'm grateful that I can still give my kids a taste of their history when we travel up to Idaho. This farm has been in the family for over 100 years. The house my grandma lives in is the same home that my grandpa was born in. 

A local farmer/rancher rents out grandma's property to store his hay and corral his horses. More on the horses in another post.

Other than the inevitable outside activities we also spent some time inside with the kiddos. Apple turkeys were on the agenda. 

Some board games. Oh the time we have spent gathered around board games at grandma's house!

And sugar cone teepees. 

We did eat as some point, too. Well, actually, we ate a lot and were way to busy doing said eating to actually document the event. For the record, it was delicious.