It seems that
the days I leave the studio and drive out to Dundee for a cut, color and chat
with my hairdresser/kind-of-niece always turn into something quite unexpected.
Today was no exception. If you follow my blog, you know that the twenty mile
journey wends its way through farmland, hazelnut orchards, nurseries, hops
fields and pastures. Every time I drive past French Prairie Gardens and the glorious
house that shares the property I always make a note to stop in on my way back.
How many years have I driven right past “on the way back” and not stopped? Well, way too
many to count. Today, I broke my pattern and pulled into the parking lot. Can
we hear an “amen?”
