I had a thought yesterday as Cubby and I were wandering around the property, viewing the sheep, inspecting the garden, peeking at the little chick, sitting on the grass with the dogs . . . what a lucky, lucky boy he is to get to grow up here. Despite the cold house, the water supply issues, the seemingly endless chores to be done, I hope that Cubby's memories of his childhood will focus on the animals, swimming in the lake, eating corn straight from the garden, playing in the hay mow. Because really, this is a pretty incredible place to live. Especially for a child.
A good thing to remind myself of from time to time.