|last year berry picking|
|empty bucket, messy face|
It's interesting to me that I have such an aversion to things like this. The rushed pace rubs off on me - just hearing people hurrying their children along causes me to hurry even though I have no where I need to be. Dealing with the hayrides causes me to be unfocused, keeping one eye and ear out for the wagon instead of being present in the moment. I get easily annoyed and overwhelmed by it all, and keeping tabs on both kids in a little craziness never helps. I think this gives me a little more insight into how Peanut sometimes sees the world. I can understand how she just has to turn it all off for a while. I am glad we went though, as I've felt funny not wanting to go somewhere that so many people seem to really love. I think I will stick with my fields of berries and weeds though.