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She knew better than to waste that time. There isn’t always someone who wants you singing to him or nibbling his ear or brushing his cheek with a dandelion blossom. Somebody who knows when you’re being silly, and laughs and laughs. So long as he was little enough to carry, she could hardly bring herself… Continue reading my boys

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I seem to only take the time for this space when big life changes happen. Well, the selling of our “town” home and purchase of our country home feels significant. Three years ago we looked and looked and looked for the country home of our dreams but couldn’t find it. We settled on a home… Continue reading The Farm