A drive through the falling snow (oh, the snowfall these last three days, and more to come) to an old guest ranch in the foothills, just my guy and I, for lunch in the dining room of the old stone house there (the small stone building in the last photo here was the original powerhouse).
It was a perfect way to spend a snowy afternoon: hot tea, hot coffee, tall windows to look through, and conversation that didn’t have to hurry.
Perfect.
Hello, friends! Wishing you a gentle week’s beginning on this snowy Monday morning. How was your weekend?
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