Yes, this is a biscuit.  Your eyes are not decieving you. It’s a special biscuit. It’s the ‘gimp’ biscuit I always make for J.  It’s now a tradition or whatever you want to call it.  I take the left-overs and roll it up into a ball and cook it with the other ones. John loves the biscuits as whole wheat. Me, not so much.  But when it’s for Strawberry Shortcake I don’t mind since there are more strawberries and cream than biscuits.

’nuff said.

Anyone who knows me, even a little bit, knows where this place is. It’s near and dear to my heart.  That is the last time I laid my eyes upon it a few short months ago.  Only a year or so until I can see it again. Ack. Is it really going to be that long?!  Maybe time will fly just like this last year seems to have. As you can tell I’ve slightly altered the picture.  Not by much, just a smidge.  It was already dark so the sign was un-readable and the sunset was perfect but I wanted it to be more of a fog…more like a dream……

And it’s here in MH.  I have only been there a handful of times.  After a bit you take it for granted.  Forget it’s even there. And we’ve only lived out here for a year and I’m already blocking things out….ignoring them if you will. I’m going to try and be more conscious though. It’s a start at least.