Where the heart is.

When I feel like I'm getting a little bit too caught up in the stresses of life I like to escape home, to where I grew up. With my hubby stuck at work this weekend and me feeling trapped in the claustrophobia of our house, alone with 2 kids, I decided to head north for the day.

There was a lot of relaxing, and visiting with family and friends, and soaking up the still-summer-like sun, and getting our flip-flop wearing feet covered with dust. It was exactly what I needed - exactly what we all needed.

Sun soaker...


Eating a pear straight off my parents' tree!


No collars or leashes needed. Just one-hundred acres of freedom.


I'm not the only rainbow lover...


Oh the whimsy found in my parents' home...


Dirt road walking...


Cousin love...


Sleepy ergo baby - fighting it good...


Dirty feet to end the day...


There's something magical about returning to the woods where I grew up. It's just so out there that it actually makes me forget "real" life. No internet. No cell service. No noisy streets. Just nature and family. A little piece of my heart.