Last Friday saw the first time we entertained on our property. Les has artfully carved the "circle" into a magical place to be. He's been diligent in keeping the scrub oak from taking a foothold by digging out the roots. He hung some pure white LED's through the trees surround the sitting areas.
Our friends Jim, Joelle, Ken and Angela got together for dinner with us. Then we all drove up to the property to watch the sun set. Then we started a fire in the virgin fire pit that Les built with rocks he gathered from around the property. Between the warm glow of the fire and the cool glow of the lights, the place was bewitching.
Les was so proud... this was exactly what he envisioned. He has a right to be proud. He's worked very hard for this. And it's also a small step closer to our final goal... living in our straw bale house on our property. The property has become home. There's a big difference between a house and a home. We have lived in houses that never felt like home, and now we have a home on our property... sans house.
It will come.
Jim and Joelle are part-time parents to a young boy by the name of Steven. He's 3 years old and very cute. Jim and Joelle love him as though he was their own. They watch him while his mother and grandmother are busy. But he has become a big part of their lives. Steven came with them last Friday. He and Mindy played and played. He would chase her, then she would chase him. It was hysterical to watch them. It was like they were best friends. Then that night they both slept like rocks. Innocent slumber... that's the way to do it.
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