Paradise .... Or so I like to call it. However one of the mates in my crew want to scream mutiny and jump ship. My oldest son, Caden, is not happy about some of the changes that have happened because of our move. Time heals most things and this will not be any different. My youngest though feels inspired by all the nature around him. He proclaimed today that he wants to create a blog of photos so he can ask people what these new found flowers and other wild life may be... Could you maybe answer one of Isaiah's questions? Maybe this will inspire him to research and answer them himself.
I have been very busy putting things in their place, hanging laundry (oh what a wonderful pleasure that chore is) and home educating my youngest musketeer. From first glance it looks like we have always lived here, until you peer down in the basement at the land of boxes. Day by day a new one will empty and find its place in the burn barrel in my new rural setting.
It is fair time in this small little town of Albion, Pa. It is so important to these people the children had a half day of school so they could get ready for their fair. Our new neighbors are a part of the tractor pull and many of the children at my eldest son school are getting ready their livestock and crafting skills. This place is centered around football, school spirit, and the fair. It truly reminds me of Mayberry... and I love every inch of it!
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