One of the things I love about Stillestead is our long driveway.
It's covered with large mature trees on either side that touch each other in the center.
Our mailbox is at the end of the driveway, and in the afternoon
I announce to the Nies that I am taking Angus
outside for a little walk to get the mail.
Sometimes everyone joins me, somedays I can get Christian away from
his desk to stretch his legs, and sometimes no one comes.
Today Lottie joined me. She and Angus ran ahead to get the mail first.
Somedays, I feel like I'm living in an Elosie Wilkins story.