Friends and Forts

We came to the farm. Friends met us here. The best friends. The ones that build extensive fort systems. The ones that won't stop until every last branch is perfectly placed and all nuts have been collected to keep everyone fed for the long harsh winter fast approaching and the rocks have been situated. All things gathered, and prepared. If time allowed they would create a system of life and a job for everyone in the village. The hunter, the gatherer, the communicator, the leader, the cleaner, the builder. They have loved this play for years and years. Where ever they are they do this. There is something for everyone to do and everyone to enjoy. We check on them to make sure all is well and they visit us when their bellies talk back and their thirst wins. We haven't lived in the same place for five years, but our hearts are woven together tight with twigs and rocks and coffee and tea and walks and conversation and knowing and love and a well used pause button that freezes time in between so there isn't a lapse, just a new day.











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