
06/13/2025
We disappeared for a while.
No signal, no schedule—just the hush of trees and the shimmer of water.
Mornings with coffee by the fire,
bare feet in the dust,
sunlight on our faces,
and the easy laughter of kids making campground friends.
I didn’t take many pictures—just a few quiet moments by the creek—but we lived the rest with both hands and open hearts.
Now we’re home, the air smells like summer,
and the farm stand is calling.
It’s almost ready.
We can’t wait to welcome you soon.