Hello! I’m popping in from my little blog break to share a few photos from a recent weekend road trip. Winona, Minnesota may not seem like the most exciting place on the planet, but it’s terribly near and dear to my heart, as I spent five years of my life there: going to school and working at the coffeehouse I always talk about. It’s also where I met [A]; we had dorm rooms exactly two floors apart in Lourdes Hall our first year at school, and we dated almost the entire time we lived in that sleepy little town (minus a few break ups, of course). So, since I always enjoy a good bit of nostalgia, we decided to head back for the weekend. It might have been our best family trip to date, as we frequented the Blue Heron daily (the blackberry scones! amazing!), peeked over the top of Garvin Heights, ate dinner overlooking the river, spent time with old friends, took a trip to a farm and fell in love with the horses, and shared a meal with Larry.
Larry and his wife Colleen are the owners of the before mentioned coffeehouse, and have remained dear friends. Colleen was sadly out of town, but Larry invited us over for lunch before we returned home, and it was one of the loveliest meals I’ve had in a long time. I drank good coffee, learned about moon flowers, watched my children gather eggs from chickens for the first time, and caught up on time spent apart. We ate mixed greens with pears, goat cheese, and maple-mustard dressing, pasta with lamb bolognese, fresh bread, and coconut cake. I sighed a lot, feeling so content, and so peaceful in their charming home. And that’s when it hit me, there, at the table, halfway through my slice of cake. This moment, this meal, it’s a moveable feast.