Today, Sunday, has started sunny and beautiful. There aren't any little league games scheduled for Sundays, so Sundays always seem to be gorgeous, as opposed to Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, when the games and practices are scheduled.
Both my boys are so anxious to play baseball and this season has been plagued by snow and rain, muddy fields, frigid temperatures. We go to Dirty Woman Park and play almost every Sunday afternoon, so the boys get a little batting, pitching, catching practice, but it just isn't the same as a good old-fashioned baseball game for them.
Two of my favorite wine bar customers were in last week with a friend from Iowa. I ended up sitting with them for the evening and chatting. Funny that the woman from Iowa had never lived on a farm. We all laughed and laughed about how EVERYONE in Iowa has lived on a farm at some point in their life. Not her, her father was an attorney and they were city-folk. When she told us the story of the fishing trip her father took her and her sister on when they were little I was practically rolling on the floor laughing.
Anyway, back to the point and how this relates to baseball: there is a Field of Dreams park in Iowa that someone built after the movie. I suppose everyone most know this, but I didn't and think it would be great fun to visit it. We have our trip to South Dakota coming up and a mini-trip to Estes Park for Mother's Day (I can't WAIT!), but I think Iowa should be on our list someday. I should have the camera handy when I tell Doug I'd like to plan a trip to Iowa; my guess is the look on his face will be priceless.
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