Ever have one of those days when coffee tastes as good as you wish it would when you've directed your cart down that aisle at the grocer, and someone slightly ahead of you has just ground coffee beans into a lovely craft paper bag, bound it up and gone. . . when you just wish you could tell who it was so you could run after them and beg pardon, "Could you please share with me which variety has stirred that incredibly luscious, full bodied aroma into the atmosphere" . . . teasing your taste buds into a frenzy?
I am a Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Daughter and Granddaughter. These are the people for whom I am notating provenance. I am married to the husband of my youth. I love truth, beauty, honesty, nature and goodness, and abhor the opposites. I diligently protect myself from invasions into my psyche. I am a Christian, dyed in the wool.