Well for one day each week, at least.
We volunteered at the American West Heritage Center, where we worked on the 1917 farm site. Each Wednesday, we got dressed up in our vintage 1917 clothing, loaded up in our 2008 carriage, and headed to the farm.
As you might expect, the girls loved it.
There's just something magical about being stepping back in time. Something that makes life seem a bit less complicated. I loved watching the girls run across the lawn in their dresses, aprons, and boots. Braids in their hair and smiles on their faces. Each day was an adventure. Birds to chase and stories of days gone past. Feathers and pretty pebbles to tuck into apron pockets, awaiting another day's discovery.
So many things grow at the farm.
Cows, chickens, horses. Lambs. Herbs are planted and raspberries plucked off the vine. Old fashioned flowers brighten the fence lines. Seeds are scattered and memories planted. Childhood is sown. Imaginations are nourished.
The farm is a really good place to grow little girls.