‘Tis always food for my soul when I can get away to the hills with CJ. She wanted to go to a natural farm just north of us for some healthy goodies: raw milk, fresh butter, some healthy beef and eggs, etc. It was wonderful.

The drive was nice. We listened to my tunes of Americana from my playlist and sang along to beloved ditties. The hills grew higher and higher and the roads grew curvier and curvier. An hour later, we arrived at the farm.

We passed several wineries en route to the farm. When we arrived, the proprietors had goats, chickens, calves, and more that you could see. When we walked inside, Liz, the nice lady at the counter, welcomed us. Several folks were sitting on the patio enjoying gelato and/or ice cream.

I perused the canned jars of fresh honey, blackberry and strawberry jam, and more while CJ purchased milk, butter, and other items.

On the way back down the mountains the wild flowers on the side of the gravel road were aflame with colors and butterflies, as I paused and tried to capture the moment with my iPhone.