from Trevor’s window - a novel in progress

Our farm is a classroom for Carver and me.

It’s 160 acres of fields, meadows, trees, and streams to walk over, crawl through, climb up, and swim in. 

We spend as much of our free time as we can exploring and investigating it.

It has a stream running along the back side of our property line. 

We like to stand in it barefooted on summer afternoons and feel the smooth rocks against our heels and the wet sand between our toes. We stand as still as we can and look at the life living just below the surface of the water. 

We talk about all the things we feel, see, and think about.

It gives us all the space in the world to run until the calves of our legs throb and the cheeks on our faces glow.

When we want to see how the little world around us is living or passing on, changing or staying the same, growing or fading away, it gives us all the room we need to walk at our pace asking questions, researching ideas, making hypotheses, doing experiments, and talking about our findings. 

Yep, it gives us our own space, our own room, to be us, to be Carver and Carter.