What’s that you say? You need room to breathe? You can’t see the stars from your balcony? You don’t remember what the change in seasons smells like anymore?
I can help you with that.
After a long and barren winter, it does my head and heart good to see kids running around the backyard trying to catch a(nother) chicken. Bumpy wagon rides and cutting hamburgers in half. Teaching the under-aged to drive large machinery. Lemonade cups stacking up and a squeaky tire swing serenading 3rd and 4th helpings at the picnic table. We only saw the dads and the boys when someone got hurt.
Something happens out here where the screen door slams the kids disappear to hide from going home. Where dessert is portable (um, ice cream sandwiches) to encourage more play. Where old friends introduce new kids and the sun lies about how late it is.
These are the nights memories are made.
We’ve got room for you. Head north and a little east. We’ll leave the door unlocked. Bring the kids’ pjs (and maybe yours) for the ride home. Everything else is here.