This heavenly breakfast was one of the highpoints of our weekend away.  The picture doesn’t show the creamy Greek yogurt or the latte or the homemade granola.

Scenes like this were another.

The weather was good. The company was good.  The food was good.  What else can you ask for?  Except maybe the chance to do a little gardening.  That’s K. stringing up her peas and me pausing during a full-on assault on bittersweet.

Coming home is always nice, too.