We met some friends, old and new, for breakfast at Farm Kitchen Saturday morning. After much conversation, we strolled around the farm so our daughter could run among the flowers, the nearest adult’s hand in hers.
We met some friends, old and new, for breakfast at Farm Kitchen Saturday morning. After much conversation, we strolled around the farm so our daughter could run among the flowers, the nearest adult’s hand in hers.
In a departure from our usual naturalizing, I persuaded the family to attend the Battle of Port Gamble, a Civil War reenactment in Port Gamble, an event type we had never before attended.