I'm dropping my daughter off at her care givers house. She's been going to her ‘grandma and grandpa's house’ since she was two - a humble little house in the middle of 100 acres of pine and fern forest. There's bird song and flowers everywhere. Up on the high meadow grandpa is making hay, the smell of fresh hay and wet lilacs heavy in the air. I'm so struck with the great blessing of domesticity: the creative art of making a cherishing spot of heaven on Earth; a place where my daughter can run bare foot in the grass and reach for eternity.
~Almine
