[I’m not going to lie—mostly because the pumpkins give it away—I grabbed this stock photo from Bing.]
Sixteen years is not a particularly special anniversary, but no reason not to celebrate with something that we’ve wanted to do for the last 15 years (only because we didn’t know about it 16 years ago).
Dinner at the Herbfarm met every single expectation we didn’t even know we had, over 9 courses and innumerable selections of wine. Again, honesty compels me to admit they were only innumerable because I stopped paying attention halfway through.
We began with a tasting tour of the gardens…
… and met the composting pigs, who may or may not become truffle hunters someday, but will never become dinner.
Dwayne and I are always looking for new building projects…
…and I thought this one had a beautiful green floor before I stepped through the algae into a few inches of water. Slosh go the shoes…
I don’t recall why I posed with the jackalope, but if you remember, I don’t know how many glasses I had.
Dinner was every bit as fancy, fun, and delicious as it is reputed to be. We’ll see if we make it back before another 15 years go by.
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