My Grandmother lives on a farm, and we spent the weekend there.

We picked apples off her tree and made apple crisp and applesauce with the apples we got.

One of her cats climbed up the tree with my brother (he was pretty much a commando cat).

And then I drove the apples and my little siblings up the hill and back to the house on a small tractor.

And spending time outside sitting with a cat and a horse. . .

This is why I've always wanted to live in the country.

Also my little brother came into the house and said, "Grandma? Where do you keep your sledgehammer?"