I can’t believe it has already been almost a year since my beloved friend Amy Carroll came to visit with her son Mayer along with capturing the most beautiful moments at our home.

To begin, I want to tell you how kind, patient and compassionate Mrs. Amy Carroll is with her photography.   She photographed my family at the farm where I grew up, just down the road to start the photo shoot.  And then ended the evening with two overly tired, and very hot and dirty boys at my farm  for photos.   She took one summer day and turned it into a magical evening I know we all will never forget.

Meet my Mom Sue, Dad Dean, and their dog Jack  (Wyatt’s brother!) Also missing is my husband Doug who was working on the house, and my bother Dylan who lives in Montana!)

And gosh, I love their barns! My dad built everything on this farm including their house, to the barn, he built it all.  As kids, we always helped with anything needing tending to or fixed! He even let me build a “sheep barn” as we called it.  By “me” I mean I think he let me go with the idea, but everyone in the family helped along the way! I shared this project as a still exhibit at the fair and the sheep we raised as well!

 

 

We made our way out back to check the cows for more photos.   I always loved walking back here, because I still remember making this old overgrown apple orchard a cow pasture! My dad has three large pastures he moves his cattle to and from.  Moving the cattle here the first time was very worrisome as it was a long way to move a large herd. Now, after many years of coming back here during the summer months, the cattle have learned to love it and come running when Dad yells “coboss! coboss!”

 

We took a trip back home at sunset, just in time to capture a few moments doing what we love most. Being together, at home, and outside.

Woodrow in his full glory holding what he calls “baby girl grey” the runt of the litter who quickly became his best friend.

If you look closely you can see just the tail of our chicken in the nesting box trying to hard to hatch her own eggs!

And, if you haven’t already, meet Gunther.  He is our bottle fed jersey half cow, half child.

And thank you for all your love in following our journey towards slower living, making our house a home, and above all loving each other and each day to its fullest.