Sunday was Open Farm Day in Maine. Farms across the state opened their gates for free to show people how they are run. I don't know about you, but I end up spending most of my weekends running errands or sitting on the couch putting off running errands. I finally had enough of never doing anything and decided we were heading to a farm. I packed up my city kids and we headed to the small rural town of Westbrook.Actually, I'm kidding. Smiling Hill Farm in Westbrook is only about 10 minutes from Portland and closer to the Mall and airport than my house is. In my mind though, we were heading to the country. I just couldn't be bothered with a long drive. Besides, I could run some errands out there afterwards.
There was a very picturesque cow parked right next to the fence. I know this is not the best view of her but I couldn't get her to turn around. We had a very informative anatomy lesson too when she lifted her tail and peed out a small lake. Declan was delighted at that. I was glad that was all she did or I would never have heard the end of it.
The highlight of the trip was the ice cream of course. That is, until I grossed them out by telling them it was made from the milk of the cows right in front of us. Grace started gagging a little. I think I have to spend more time explaining to them where the food in the supermarket comes from.
That was the last straw for Grace. She didn't feel it was cool to be at a farm with her mother and brother. It was fine with me by then. The farm "smell" was starting to get to me. Next year we are going to visit an Alpaca farm.