
Now
there's a little girl who wants a tree house for Christmas. Not that she can (should) climb a ladder.

We are so content where we are, with our 1880s church-turned-farmhouse, our tiny classic Dutch Colonial one-stall barn, our little chicken chalet and huge deer-fenced garden. To continue our list of blessings: We are happy with our garage, shop, quiet country road that's perfect for ponies and bicycles. We are blessed with neighbors for chatting not to mention a church, Grange and community school just across the road so that village events always within distance for pulling the babies in the wagon.
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This may be the first time in Suite family history that the grass over there, while very green indeed, isn't all that tempting.
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Now if we can just get started on a tree house... since I don't anticipate our tight little barn exhibiting any charming tilt in the next 60 years or so.
1 comment:
I love falling down barns too.
Someday I want to sit and stay somewhere and not see a move on the horizon.
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