Thanks go out to those who made possible the roses tumbling over the white fence in front of the Congregational Church; the mums on the porch of the Ag Hall; and especially the gourd hanging at the end of Old Courthouse Road.
There is nothing to say about Henri except that we went into the weekend nicely stocked, which meant no more trips to the grocery store for several days, and that is happiness.
Living as we do, surrounded by visitors on holiday, certainly has its perks. That delicious, delirious, somewhat frantic vacation feeling is infectious.
