More Ephemera
Go ahead and gloat Sea Slugs, you beat the Cheeseheads. And you did it fairly this time! So extra credit for that.
Anyhoo, as promised, HW and me gnashing chicken wings at Peanut Farm.
Later, being the gentleman I am, I gave HW my rain jacket for the walk to the car, and then she stops and asks for my pocket knife to cut some flowering Yarrow blooms, now resting comfortably in a vase on our kitchen window sill.
