my brother and my little bud
How glad I am for this photo. I spent most of the day in bed. In a fog. But there was this. Beautiful berries from our jungle of a garden. Berries they were watching but not picking for two days, just to save for Papa.
Watch those little boys grow!
I told her that if she opened a preschool, it would immediately fill with the happiest toddlers in the neighborhood! These boys adore her and the endless games she invents for them. Today, they were her “Natural Boys,” following her around everywhere, listening to her every direction.
The girls and I were talking about what we love about living at Gousty and what we love about living on our hill in Suttons Bay. We miss our gardens in Suttons Bay, and we miss our light-filled rooms on the hill. We like being able to hop on our bikes and ride down to Little Bees. And we miss our dear neighbors.
But it doesn’t take much explanation to get to the heart of our love for Gousty. Every time I walk through the “tunnel of love” I am simply filled with the feeling that there is no where else in the world I would rather live.
Then I turn the corner and see the beautiful land that my parents have tended and loved and lived on for 26 years, and well, this is it.
I don’t think I could manage two toddlers my own without the help of two very nurturing little girls because moments like this only last for about two seconds!
I adore this tiny man, standing up at the sink, helping Papa with fermentation projects. Give this little boy a sink full of water and a few kitchen utensils and he gladly “help” in the kitchen for at least a half an hour.
We are here for the month of May, and soaking up every moment of living in the beautiful Gousty woods.
(Shh . . . don’t tell Suzie that a bird tried to come inside while I was making dinner one night!)
This land will always be my home.
Squeezing in a little school work . . . and cousin time.
Jammies and bed head with dress shoes. Classy.