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.

First, it was green, dizzyingly, intoxicatingly, effortlessly green as my friend and I drove to the farm we once lived on outside of Madison. See? Green.

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.)

The former mailbox kind of broke my heart.

And then, because all that green was just so compelling, we drove some more, to