“Oh, Darby. Your poor little foot.” Darby is 6 years old. She reminds me so much of a little pixie. She is normally fluttering around happily from room to room. Friday was a beautiful day. It’s been bitterly cold even in the deep south. Friday was *perfect*. We had lunch outside, did most of our schooling outside. Even the chickens…
Darby’s Foot
