It's the highlight of the kid's week. Just ask them!
They get to run about, visit with the animals, check the fruit on the trees, help their grandparents collect the eggs and do the farm chores. All the things I grew up doing as a kid before I moved away to the city. Sometimes they'll ride a horse or milk a cow. Or perhaps they'll chase the turkeys or feed a poddy lamb. You never quite know what the day will bring. It's always exciting though!
When I was an adult living in the city all those years, I realised what a lucky kid I'd been. Also a little shocked at how different my upbringing had been. My family didn't have much money, but we had a rich childhood, filled with simple pleasures. Hundreds of trees to climb, horses to ride, cows to chase, fresh food from the garden to eat. We felt rich indeed.
It was those childhood memories that fuelled my determination to leave the city and the life we were leading there.
These days, I'm so grateful our move is giving my own children some of those same opportunities I had growing up. When I see them feeding the chooks or the lambs it fills me with joy. These hills, this farmland, they shaped who I am. They're in my bones. And I know they'll now be in my children's as well.