game on!

I already introduced you to the River in the back, so now it is time for the pasture in the front!! My dad mows a croquet field into the tall grass and we play "Extreme Croquet". This basically means there are no rules! We start by being respectful of each other and waiting for our own turn... then after a few croquet balls go soaring into the tall grass and we drink a few margaritas, all rules go out the window. Everyone starts rushing toward the finish line, knocking each others' croquet balls out of the way, and accusing everyone else of cheating! Needless to say, there are always good times in the pasture.

{the pathway to the croquet field}

{Brent is clearly not winning this round}