My husband Tony grew up on a farm. Not the animal kind, the organic vegetable kind.
And while we've been together for 12 years now and have spent many weekends on the farm, it wasn't until this past weekend when we were visiting with our kids on a sunny summer day, that I truly understood the beauty and wonder of his upbringing.
Welcome to Hadley, Massachusetts.
Just next door to the state's flagship state university, UMass Amherst, I often can't believe I spent four undergraduate years not knowing that such a beautiful place was just a stone's throw away, tucked in between the Pioneer Valley mountain range and rolling Connecticut river.
My in laws still live in Hadley, but since their kids have grown up and moved away, their farm has been reduced to a garden.
A one acre garden that is. Yeah I know. They're hard core.
Over the weekend we filled our bellies with blueberries and raspberries picked straight from the bush.
Charlie dug out purple carrots and Lucy pulled peas. There was so much fun to be had that some of us were too busy to put clothes on.
We played in the dirt, we chased the dogs with a hose, and we ended the day on the swing, eating popsicles.
It was a magical day.
And while we spend most days now in the hustle and bustle of work and suburban life, I'm so glad I can bring my kids to see their Yaya and Opa on the farm. To soak in all the goodness, run through the fields in our underwear, and just enjoy the simple things in life... like family time and juicy strawberries.