I don't know what happens in Mena, but it always seems like Sophie comes back looking and acting so much older after she's been there.
Mom and dad's house is a bit behind when it comes to technology (most specifically: the internet). You might as well write a letter to someone and send it by Pony Express, rather than wait for the silly computer to connect to try and send an email. But, although I feel a bit out of the loop, life is always more peaceful there. Sophie and Moomsie spend the day going on "adventures" - exploring the woods around the house, watching baby birds hatch, going to the lake to throw rocks from the dock, making pinch pots in the clay shop.
Yeah. Mena is pretty much Disney World to Sophie.
Turns out a bit of an adventure was occurring here at the house while we were away...
Poor little maple tree. Blown down before its time.
Have I mentioned lately that I'm not a fan of the freakadoo weather around here? No? Okay. I'm not. Wind is definitely on my list of things that aren't better here than in New Mexico. Although, I guess it could have been worse. At least we didn't return to an unwelcome trampoline in the back yard. ...Cripes. Or that really big Razorback lawn ornament from the neighbor's house.