arkansas.

i mowed the lawn today with a riding tractor. it's true.

so, you're probably not in arkansas, but i am. and since i am and you're not, here are a few of the things i wish you could see (in a very random order because, for some reason, i couldn't load them like i thought i could).

this living room couldn't be cozier.

right around the corner...i just love this barn.


the girls and i pick wildflowers on our walks down the country lane...that's a black jack oak leaf (mike would be ashamed of me if i didn't inform you).


this is the library and what would be my room if i moved here (which i don't foresee happening at this point). but i love this room. mike built these shelves into the wall.


yep. chopped wood...which i was told was chopped from a tree that was already dead...no live arbor was injured in the making of this woodpile.


look at those eyes. oh lady...i wish you were my dog.



you can't really see it in this pic, but these hands are scarred and calloused and stained from hard labor.

i have never observed a household that functions as smoothly as this one. the woman that wrote this is one of the three women God has placed around me to strive to be like.

i may have to redefine my concept of the lumberjack because i'm fairly certain that, given the choice, mike would sooner rescue a sapling over a small animal (but NOT over a small child).


i have spent so much time right here. it's a healing spot for me. i wish you could hear these leaves. i wish you could smell the breeze.



der. (heather) she's beautiful.



swing feet.


Mandy...hilarious...creative...brilliant.


Missie...precious...servant-hearted...my mother at the age of seven.