This post is written more than two months after the move, so my feelings about the move are poignant and teary-eyed. At the time the move was hot, frustrating and exhausting.
Since I don’t want to dwell too much in the past, here’s a parting photo: Thomas patrolling the grounds of Little House for the last time.
On a lighter note, join us on our new blog from West Texas where Thomas and I have truly lost our marbles!
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