Oh to be here.
Québec and the summer house just as wonderful as it had been the first year Father and Mother had packed up the station wagon, folded the back seat down, and let everyone young ride in the way back. Long into the night it had been with dawn coming up filled with birdsong, and the general store stopped off at to get a thermosful of Grandfather’s favorite Hawaiian organic coffee loaded with farm fresh cream and exactly two cane sugar packets. Funny. Grandfather willing to eat just about anything but his coffee, no. One way, like a red arrow leading only one way, with no detours and no Maxwell House out of a jar.
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Starlight Mints. American. Oil on canvas. Pamela Michelle Johnson, artist. © Pamela Michelle Johnson. Fair use license. @p.m.johnson.art on Instagram. via Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/p.m.johnson.art/p/DMEPzAIv9AZ/?hl=en



































