Our home continues to be busy and although recovery will take time, laughter and music has returned.  I think that I’ve been holding my breath for months; it is so good to breath again.

Our crazy pumpkin patch (once upon a time this used to be our compost heap), the Tribe and cousin in the water meadows, lunch in Stockbridge, the Littlest and friend playing on Amport Green, our minuscule frog, paddling in the Test River, sleepy Littlest.