At the far, far edge of the pasture, over the little hill and towards the woods, there is a special place where the boys love to go. It is our very own little sumac forest. There is a pathway through the sumacs, likely made by deer, and it weaves in and around and along the old split-rail fence. There are 'rooms' inside the trees and for little boys, finding little rooms in a little forest is the most wonderful thing in the whole world (: When we venture there, the sheep follow us and bound across the meadow, leaping into the air and bouncing like little lambs (even though they are big, fat lambs now!) and it is one of my very happiest moments, every time it happens.