This last weekend I visited my son and his new home. I was delighted to find him in the woods with a wonderful old garden surrounding the house.
I awoke to a soft breeze passing through the house with sunlight filtering through the trees and lighting up the garden below their branches. There was natural art direction occurring.
The old garden was over 50 years old maybe older by the size of some of the trees. The light ignited my imagination I could see fairies hiding under the ivy leaves waiting for me to leave.
A small shell on an old redwood plank...
... soft green fern quaking in the breeze...
...but my favorite discovery was a small hand print.. Lynne 3-64. By the size of the hand she could have been 3 or perhaps it was March of 1964.
Little ones grow up so fast...
~Deb
*Last time in Barn Stories: Hay is for Horses and Sheep
