Two miles down a dirt road sits our little home, as the road twist and turns it moves deeper and deeper into the woods, tree branches reach over to touch one another creating a tunnel, the sunlight dances in the shadows, a smiling face on an ancient oak greets you as your round the turn welcoming you to our home.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Joning Soule mama on her Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.