I opened the front door and stepped outside to evaluate the day. after copious cups of coffee (please pardon my unintended alliteration). I know I'll forget something, but I'll have more to share next week. The free-flowing conversation of friends is a greatness to behold. We laid down our blankets and sat down beneath the shade of cedar tree. We bought a bottle of white and found a spot downhill from the barn to set up our picnic. We sat down at the bar and enjoyed the delicious fruits of the vineyard. we drank the baby's wine, too! :) We walked into the 'Tasting Room' which was located in a barn that was decked out with brass chandeliers and a large assortment of tables and chairs. Yesterday, we drove a ways and met a friend and her baby boy at a wonderful winery and had a picnic. The hospitals, factories, and schools are filled with professionals who take pride in what they do, who they are and where they live.
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the people are still here and like anywhere. Like anywhere, there are plenty of reasons to feel blue, but the people. The towns that still have the railroad or the factory are hanging on. These are towns that lived and died by the railroads and factories. Some of the towns are not much more than a distant memory of their former glory. peaking out in such a way that makes you wonder how anyone could ever doubt His existence.īig cities are few and far between out here. The sun shines from above and behind the clouds. Each bend in the road or stop along the trail gives another view that fights to be the best. Living in the highlands gives you a million different views of God's masterpiece.