Monday Morning

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 So, as I've mentioned here previously, we bought a fixer-upper this past spring. Where the house is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters (the unpredictable and quirky type), it is the land (of course) that has already merged with whatever voice I might use to write about it. One rainy morning, and it is all sanctuary and joy. 

Hope you are relishing your summers, friends!

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  1. BarbJuly 6, 2015 at 5:13 PM

    Your sweet boy is growing so fast. I remember when you were pregnant with him. Looks like the garden is a perfect place to explore.

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 16, 2015 at 7:26 PM

      Yes to all you say here, Barb. Such fast exploration. Hope you are well!

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  2. Walk With Father NatureJuly 6, 2015 at 9:49 PM

    Emily:

    These are sweet shots of your little boy; feeling the rain, walking in the rain, being rained on. These are moments you will treasure always. Thanks for sharing some of the steps in your journey. ~ Richard

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 16, 2015 at 7:27 PM

      He loves the rain. What a surprise for me -- one I do indeed treasure. Thanks, Richard.

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  3. WildBillJuly 7, 2015 at 6:29 AM

    Wow! Hard to believe that your son has gotten so big! Yes. Land often binds us to a spot more quickly. It is so honest. Houses, being of human creation, have many of the same traits as us and take some analysis before we get totally attached.

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  4. Minnesota Prairie RootsJuly 7, 2015 at 9:18 AM

    El has grown so quickly. What a sweet little boy and love the pix.

    It looks like you live in paradise.

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