A trip to campus to goof off in the halls of learning.
A lifelong dream - a century barn - within my reach. Written on my calendar no less.
Grace, as my friend Heather put it, can really rock a hat.
"Millions" of crawdads at our new place.
More University photos with our two exchange students... borrowed from down the road for the period of 8 a.m. until 2 p.m. or so, every school day.
Just one funky sign on my fantastic new barn.
While we lived a little bit of a dream here in this 1880s church-turned-farmhouse, it turns out there is a surprise chapter to the book of my life. (What? I don't control everything? And, furthermore, God's plans are better than mine? Whodathunk.)
So November first we will turn the page and move to that three-story barn (well, into the creekside house, which is at this point not so picturesque) and to that creek and to a mature orchard and a little more remote rural existence.