Farmhouse

Have you ever felt like you were in a book? I have, once, a few Saturdays ago. We drove about two hours outside of town to our friends’ farmhouse, and although we’ve been there dozens of times, something about this time was different. I felt like I was being guided, almost pulled, by some crafty writer who kept making grasshoppers chirp and laughter bellow and who just couldn’t keep from  jumping and pointing and saying, “Did you know that a place like this could exist?…Continue Reading “Weekend at the Farm”