Ever since I was a little girl I have entertained lasting dreams of playhouses.
Therefore, it only seemed fitting that my daughters should have a little cedar house tucked under the corners of the trees, for moments and days of imagining and playing.
With sleeping lofts crammed with pillows, blankets and favorite things.
A step ladder for singing or resting, when not needed for climbing above, of course.
And a gently creaking swing on the front porch perfect to share with a sister.
My dreams have come full circle.
Friday, the 13th, and at last the weather has turned cooler. I breathe deeply as I turn off the air-conditioner and slide open a few windows...
Knitting and reading... ahhh; a most delightful pursuit on the best of days, irregardless of the weather outside. And my world is shout...
Thanksgiving is over and even though we lighted our first Advent candle on Sunday, and the Christmas tree is up and the decorating ...