The cabin-in-the-woods is coming along. My husband has stayed with it. I have been there when I could be. On my latest trip to the cabin, I brought our oldest granddaughter. We even had a visit from the neighbors two goats. They invited themselves in and looked the place over thoroughly. Walt would not give up his lunch to them, though.
Turns out the granddaughter enjoyed being in the woods. She learned to identify some tree species, deer and bear tracks and even fit in some cursive practice and language arts homework.
I’m not too eager to climb ladders anymore, but one does what one has to do to help with the project.