Storybook Hill

Some houses are places to live.

Some houses become part of the story.

Storybook Hill is the latter.

After dreaming, waiting, rebuilding, and wondering if we'd somehow missed our chance, this house on a hill found its way to us.

Or maybe we found our way to it.

Since then, Storybook Hill has become more than an address.

It's become the place where this next chapter gets written.

The place where I learned that manifestation doesn't always look like perfect timing.

Sometimes it looks like patience.

Sometimes it looks like grief arriving alongside joy.

Sometimes it looks like carrying rose bushes from one life into another and hoping they'll bloom again.

This hill has seen sunsets that stop conversations, baby fawns in the yard, alpacas greeting visitors, and enough wildlife to make us question who really owns the property.

It has held celebrations and heartbreak, quiet mornings, coffee on the porch, and long walks through the woods while figuring out what comes next.

Storybook Hill isn't really a story about a house.

It's a story about possibility.

About becoming more yourself instead of someone new.

About finding home in places, people, and versions of yourself you weren't sure existed yet.

Welcome to Storybook Hill.

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Storybook Hill

MEET THE HUMANS

UP ON THE HILL

The people lucky enough to live here.

Welcome to the Land of Misfit Toys.  Meet the animals that actually own the place.

Gardens, projects, wildlife, sunsets, and the ordinary magic of daily life.

The people lucky enough to live here

the humans

This is the human side of Storybook Hill.

A family of builders, makers, dreamers, learners, and chronic project starters.

We've spent years building businesses, changing directions, learning hard lessons, and discovering that becoming more yourself rarely happens in a straight line.

Storybook Hill may be the setting, but these are the characters.

the LAND OF MISFIT TOYS

Some of the animals at Storybook Hill were planned. Some were rescued. Some were inherited. Some were dropped off with varying degrees of explanation. Somewhere along the way, we stopped trying to figure out exactly what kind of place this was and simply accepted that we live in the Land of Misfit Toys — a collection of animals, personalities, and stories that probably shouldn't work together but somehow do.

The LAND OF MISFIT TOYS

DAVID AUSTIN
ROSES = LIFE

Garden Notes

Celestial

after the rain

Wildlife

JUST HANGIN' WITH MOM TODAY

Everyday Life

UP EARLY FOR CHORES

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summer 2026

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