My weekends these days are made up of chilly mornings and starting fires in wood-burning stoves; of clay up to my elbows and sawdust in my hair; the grind of the miter saw and the sweet smell of cedar. Life is so good. (And the sauna is almost done! 😌)
Central Oregon views will never let you down...
As many of you may have seen in our story, a good friend of ours in the community was hit by a drunk driver Friday night and was life flighted to the hospital where she is currently fighting for her life. There is a link in our BIO where you can donate to help her recovery go much smoother. Any amount is appreciated 🙏🏼
Photo by @rosslipson
I remember leaving my gloves on the bunny hill when I was 6 years old. I cried and cried because my mom made them for me, and they had my favorite pattern on them. It was the first real feeling of losing something that I loved- I was devastated. 18 years later I turned around to see that I dropped my gloves on the same mountain while walking along this path. The same weird feeling- I had. I just smiled to myself, thinking we can only change so much.
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