Practicing contentment, Paradise is wherever I am at the moment. But this is maybe a "specialler" Paradise, because it contains horses and friends and elevations not reached in northeastern Illinois.
Tuesday was Farmers' Market night in Casper, so Ranchwife enlisted our help. We enjoyed a reasonably nice evening, punctuated with a quick rainstorm. Some shopping of our own was done; somewhat touristy Wyoming hoodies and a search for a denim skirt. Fresh cherries from Montana at the market...cute cowgirls schmoozing the Box Lady, helping her pack her wares while they eyed a particulary pretty one. It rode home on the dashboard of the truck. Supper at Wendy's (note the last letter; this was Dave's Wendy's, not our hostess's kitchen) and bourbon and brownies before bed.
To sleep, perchance to dream...
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