Yesterday we had a friend over who lives and works in downtown Lawrence.  He mentioned that being in the country was really ministering to his soul.  I think living in town all the time can take a toll on a person visually.  So, we took him on a little walk through the fields and woods.  After he left, the kids all came out for a little hike to pick some cattails.  As the kids would twist them or break them, they would just explode into seeds.  It was really funny, except for the huge amounts of seeds that stick to fleece jackets.  (I guess fleece must have some advantages, but when one lives in the country, one spends a lot of time picking burrs and such off it.)  Caleb was pretending they were on some adventure in a distant land I guess, because when they all saw me at the top of a  hill with Q in the backpack, he said, "Look, a spy!"  to which Ethan replied, "Uh-uhhhh, that's our MOM!"