They blew into town on the midnight bus from Montreal and stayed for a day before heading back. We had time for a lot of fun and two wonderful meals by our personal chef. If I have time later, I will tell the story of how we all met. But for now, I'm heading north to Block Island for the last hurrah.
Hmmm, are those ambrosia beans?!
ReplyDeleteThe Royal Rose strikes again.
ReplyDeleteDianne, they are Not Quite ambrosia beans.
ReplyDeleteI know Frank will be sorry to have missed them in any case.