Forever home

we'll find a place
to call our own
it won't be long now
we're almost home
reflections of another time
reflections of another place
the light above
rained down its grace
it's here and now
this time is ours
this journey now
this road we're on
is where we belong
remember us
remember when
so long ago
when it was cold
deep in the woods
the autumn chill
hung in the air
we didn't care
this is our time
this is our place
it's not a dream
this love is real
i can feel it in
my heart can feel
it in my soul
this is where
we both belong
"Where We Belong" by Michael Traveler


Papers signed, keys in hand, we all gleefully race to the place we will call H O M E. Forever...

Many years, many different ideas, many different paths have finally led us to T H I S.

Our own little oasis...

All fairies, wood sprites and joyful spirits welcomed. If you ever need me, you now know where to find me, like, for good...

It is so very good...

Outward...

Summer has begun.
Kayak, bike, swim, swim more and soak up the sunshine.
Go days without setting foot in the car.
Living, loving and embracing the long days and light nights.

Each morning starts with a race down the dirt road to the blueberry field...

And then back home again. Climbing on the rocks all day - building, playing, imagining...

 Even the littlest is feeling brave and big...

 The eagles in the trees are always curiously watching over our little band of gypsies...

 

Sleep is embraced each night wholeheartedly by these tired souls who have been filled to the brim each day with all the joys of summer...

All to begin again the next day until summer's end...