Ponies, petals, high tunnels — a scrapbook of all the “someday” schemes I can’t shake.
Proof that once you’ve had espresso in Italy and wandered a cobblestone street, you’ll spend the rest of your life scheming ways to go back. 2026 = Christmas (well, Thanksgiving) in Europe. Let’s make it happen.
And maybe it won’t happen… but that’s what dreams are for.
Salt Latch 