And so we return to tales of the Midwest, where this intrepid blogger, who managed not to blog a trip to Chicago, also found a way to avoid blogging a trip to Wisconsin. Until now.
Then we walked next door to where I used to buy fresh milk from the dairy farmer, only to learn the farm was abandoned, but still so pretty. (And green.) (And it's for sale.)
And then, because all that green was just so compelling, we drove some more, to