KINDRED STORY

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I'm Heather - lifestyle photographer & homeschooling mama. We choose simple and slow. Freedom and fresh air. And I like to make things beautiful.

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All in Milo & Alice

Seven years ago my sister gave us the most beautiful wooden, Seussical-like cars and trucks. They have seen heavy action from three little sets of hands now and will likely be pushed around by our grandbabies someday 😊 Three cheers for hardy, well-d

Growing plants is such a strange thing. My heart soars as I see sweet peas tendrilling up, hollyhocks on the rise, love in a mist stretching to the sun! My heart is sore when 6 beautifully purple and pink varieties of poppies do nothing but sit in th

This summer kitchen. It took hours of hauling firewood, harvesting vintage treasures and carting junk to the trash, but it is finally empty, save for a family of raccoons living in the ceiling 🙈 So much work still lies ahead of us, namely a new roof

Last Friday we spent a beautiful sunny day at a friend's farm. We walked a gravel road and picked mulberries in the shade, our hands sticky and violet from gathering. The older girls crossed logs on the creek. The boys roved. We baked pie with our pi

Growing up in freedom and fresh air, blueberries and boots, a deep sense of place and belonging. For the millionth time this year, I am so humbled and grateful that this is our life!

We live in boots 🤣 anyone else?

Crusoe, our mischieviously charming summer solstice boy is TWO!!! We still call him "the baby" and then I cry a little inside because he is definitely a roaming toddler forever running for his boots to escape outside. While he is usually qu

These berries were planted by my Papa Milo, tended now by my dad and by my Mister and I. So grateful for the men in my life, their love, and their lives of hard work. Thank you, Lord, for men who look like You.

There is no place like Nebraska ❤ Pinch me. I still can't believe this is ours.

Beauitful things are growing here. The blueberries quietly ripen, their sky pink flush deepening into violet. The littles play in the sunshine, so many nourishing things happening inside them, unseen. A saucy cardinal calling, light filtering through