For Grandma, as promised.
If you just happened to be wandering around the Cleveland National Forest and accidentally found yourself in an equestrian neighborhood and took a meandering stroll down my street, this is what you would see:
My new little old house.
The vintage photo effect adds to the feel, don't you think?
The area up in front is home to the play structures.
Dilapidated swing sets and rusty chairs look so much more appealing in vintage.
Below is the sleeping platform.
Quick story: Stephen and the big kids made it through 1/2 a night this past week. A full moon, crowing roosters, and an obnoxious smoke detector ended the night at 3am. Everyone slept much better in their own quiet and darkened rooms with the smoke detector yanked out of the ceiling.
Now, while you are enjoying the views one of these little Buffs may come peck at your toes looking for treats. If you happen to have a cluster of grapes handy for snacking, she will be your friend forever.
Of course, you will then be expected to hand out treats to all her friends too.
Bucket. Because it makes me smile.
Grace has conquered her mortal fear of tree swings and now flies free.
The back of the house looks immensely tall and it is.
Three stories will do that.
Finally, our vegetable gardens are settled out back.
You may stop in for fresh strawberries and beets to replenish your snack supplies since the chickens ate all your grapes.
Please come visit soon.
