|Gently down the stream.|
Our life is quiet now, audibly hush-hush, as we go about our gardening and our school days and our dance afternoons.
|Those curls! And my boy nearly two. What's a mom to do?|
|In case we must replace our current dilapidated/charming/beatrixpotter fence, I take pictures of others.|
|My five at Sarah's flute recital. The personalities!|
|Our own private recital in the apple trees.|
I drove past our old home this week and remembered that I did love it there. I loved it in spite of selling our previous, larger, adored Dutch Colonial home. My realization? I don't miss the 1898 converted church (even when the construction projects here are on hold. Again.). I miss the sense of neighborliness. I miss the buzz of the grange hall activities and the Thursday senior luncheons at the lodge across the road. I miss our neighbors who don't live there anymore, and whose leaving I mourned before we decided to buy this wonderful acreage.
|The swallows (?) finding a birdhouse left behind by previous owners. Glad I didn't move it.|
But it might bring new adventures and that elusive perspective.