A world that doesn't turn as fast,where TV isn't necessary, and internet does not exist
Where everyone is happy to be, neighbors, and even strangers, wave as they pass
You hear the wind in the trees before you feel it
Pine trees smell of chocolate, strawberry or vanilla
The creaking of footsteps on cabin floor in the morning is the first thing you hear and you suddenly remember where you are and the adventures that may lay ahead
Where summer storms are an event, and are watched from the porch
Where you can see deer and other wonderful creatures
Stars shine brighter and the night is for roasting Smores and playing cards
It's magical, relaxing, fun, memorable, inspiring place, it's part of my history and I was so happy to share it with my daughter before it's gone.
During an afternoon storm |
so we made pie |
..and salsa, with Grandmas pretty bowls |
I HAD to get a shot of all the mailboxes |
Isabel loving the freedom, cool weather |
This one is STRAWWWBERRY momma! |
Us relaxing on the bench |
Dinner...Yumm |
Cozy time |
1 comment:
So sweet to read your impressions and see your beautiful photographs. It is truly a magical place,and it was magical sharing it with you and your little family.
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