When we first moved here, I found the perfect spot to hang these three little wind-chimes that my friend had given me at my surprise party in Alaska. I hung then in the tree in our backyard next to where the barn was built, the same tree that I planted our garden around and the same tree that I insisted hubby couldn't chop down just because it was ugly. It was in this tree that I first introduced J (then 2 1/2) to the magic of " fairies" living in our tree and how we could hear them when the wind blows...
After four years of hating it here, I finally think of it as home and wish that I could have felt that sooner..
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