Monday, March 2, 2009
As we sat admiring the fire last night, my oldest son began chattering about a variety of things. The stuff most 11 year old boys think about, in my world, anyway. Things like: how to make ink, good building sites on the property, how many 8"-16" diameter trees he would need to cut down to build a "standard-sized one room cabin", etc. This morning, I found the notes he was making as he chattered.