My Aunt and Uncle had a big farm on the Delmarva Peninsula. They moved from Long Island and my uncle built the farmhouse and buildings there. As a kid growing up, each summer, my folks would take me there for a week to visit. I had the time of my life! Riding the tractor! Fishing for catfish in their private pond! Exploring their private woods! Riding a bike! Running through the cornfields! Helping out with chores! Running with the dogs! From sun up to sun down it was always something going on. And talk about clean country air! I slept like a log.
Fresh vegetables, fresh food, fresh air, and plenty of hard work. The time of my life.