The Deanna Rose Farmstead is magic to me. I remember going as a kid, seeing the magical peacocks, and trekking into the deep dark woods of the walking trail. The only difference going as a mom is that things have lost their large-ness, and a bit of their mystery (yes, that’s right, those deep dark woods are actually in the middle of suburbia). But this place is still magic. Char and I went together for the fist time last week.
lamb-ee also got a makeover that day…it was a big day