Goodbye bridged to hello

I said goodbye to the grove for this year. Notice how many leaves are hanging on.

I said goodbye to the barrel reflection, and dumped the barrel and rolled it inside for the winter.

We crossed The Bridge to return to extended temporary trolldom (trolls live beneath the bridge, ya’know).

And we said hello to dear young newlyweds at Farm Club, northeast of Traverse City and highly recommended. What a starter, no?

One comment

  1. Puppetlady says:

    Treasured memories of Upper Land. So glad you could make a stop at Farm Club and see the newlyweds.