I got to see this last April when my fiancé and I were talking a walk in Holdingford checking out the covered bridge on the Lake Wobegon Trail. We parked in a nearby lot, and right by my car was this large piece of petrified wood and I gravitated to it like a moth to a flame.
Driving home to Long Prairie I will take the route through Grey Eagle, 9 times out of 10. Mostly out of convivence, but also because I want to see what the dinosaur on the corner is dressed up as.
I was craving lake time so bad that I took an alternate route on my way home last weekend just so I could stop by the lake and see if that would cure me.
The worst part of developing an adult dairy allergy is that I know what I'm missing out on. I love a classic tater tot hot dish made of canned cream of mushroom soup, and lots of shredded marble jack cheese. I haven't had the dish in years because of my allergy, but tonight I finally... Continue Reading →
Maybe these delightful armadillos are protectors of the building, or protectors of the spirits that reside there. After all, one is a sheriff.
As I was sifting through fat quarters, a woman walked down the aisle and said, “they don’t make this easy do they?"