How we love these days, when there is hardly ever a reason to not be outside. With a yard for exploring, a porch for sitting, newly turned over dirt for digging, aand a swing for swinging, there's a bit of something for everyone. You can usually find us sitting out first thing the morning, Neva pushing her baby in the stroller around the yard, France swinging while I sit nearby, coffee at my feet and needles in hand, taking a break between rows to give Frances a push. In the afternoon, with the smells of dinner coming through the front door, we sit out on the porch waiting for Robb to come home to us.
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