"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
brookdale says:
Beautiful! I was wondering how the horses were doing. Do you ever get a chance to ride now that you are so busy?
On August 10, 2014 at 10:46 am
Joell says:
So calming and peacful, they look very content. Certainly a lovely view.
On August 10, 2014 at 11:55 am
Cousin Mark says:
Moving on up in the world from Chickens in the Road to Horse flesh next to the Road. Glad you got to relocate to your new paradise.
On August 11, 2014 at 6:58 pm