The weather gods finally got the hint and gave us a lovely spring day.
Still snow in some corners…
It’s funny how we’ve had the Purple Palace for a while now, but it feels like someone else’s house that we happen to be tearing apart.
Today something shifted. Maybe it was the compost bins Tig and the kids built, the makeshift mud kitchen by the shed, or the tree cookies scattered across the lawn. It started to feel like…ours.
{Real kids work with real power tools.}