The coffee stand.
Our favorite local roaster. Personal service where the owner/barista with the coolest name remembers that I like decaf ground for a French press.
It's where I always feel I've stepped into a Beatrix Potter book. Cats lounge among the irises. Chickens take awkward flight through an old barn. A blacksmith's shop sits among the tomato vines. This is a family affair that operates purely on the honor system. Pick up your produce. Drop your money in the box. Small town in the ever expanding city. And if we hit them at the right time, they invite the kids back to hold a new acquisition or two, a baby goat or gosling.
Every year we make the short drive minutes from our suburban home to purchase locally grown flowers for the front porch.
Our local source for fresh, free range eggs.
Grisley's really the reason we come.
The berry patch.
Though a bit of a drive at twenty minutes, Cottle's is worth it, and we pick more than enough to share with the neighbors during our cul de sac evenings.