Early Sunday morning hours. Combining two of my favorite things, coffee and good conversation over the Word, with my least favorite thing makes lighter work.
My Side of the Mountain. Sigh. And bees. Double sigh. My great-granddaddy was a beekeeper. Let me tell you his story someday soon.
Handicrafts by my twelve year old: paracord bracelets and key fobs. (Psstt. He sells these. Interested? Email me.)
Quiet time and the outdoor hours seem to blend into one. We're taking our cues from our little friends and slowing down, feeling the wind against our cheeks, and breathing in the freedom of sweet days.
Your great grandfather was a beekeeper??? Have you ever read The Keeper of the Bees by Gene Stratton-Porter? I read it last summer and absolutely adored it. I'm looking forward to hearing your grandfather's story!!!! And I love how being outside slows us down too. I think it might have something to do with feeling big and lumbering in the busy, microcosmic world of ants and bees or something. ;)
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