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The day of a four year old

I’m a little late as Cecily’s birthday was on Saturday but I wanted to share a few pictures of her day of celebration. As I snuggled my newly four year old after she crawled into our bed during the wee hours of the morning, my memory went back to those...

My farm girl

This morning saw me milking Hazel with a tousled little curly haired farmer in striped pj’s and golden dancing shoes leaning on my knee, blankie and teddies clutched in her arms. “Are you goin’ to milk Hazel?”, she asks. At my...