Tipped Urn

My sister Joanne, hanging out in Oregon, knows that Elenka and I like to pick up and head out at a moment's notice. She's building a beautiful home in Bend and has been having some ironwork done by artisan out there. In her conversations with Joe, she discovered that his brother owns a farm and greenhouse in Kennebunk, Maine about an hour away by the back roads we take. So last Thursday, we found ourselves on an excursion to Snug Harbor Farm, a small, charming complex of greenhouses, nurseries, gardens, with miniature horses, exotic chickens and birds in cages. Out front facing the street is an old rambling farmhouse, which doubles as an office and a meandering gift shop, with loads of interesting items ready to take home. His brother, Tony, was not at the farm that day, so we missed making a contact, but I left word of our mutual connection out West with a gal working in one of the greenhouses. After my slow stroll through the downstairs' rooms, my conclusion would be that this shop might be just the place to stop when searching out a gift for that special person in your life who has the proverbial 'everything'.
Now, to answer your question.
No, I didn't buy anything, but I spotted a few things.
I have a good memory, you know.
After all that we were hungry.
Off to Kennebunkport and lunch at David's KPT- The Boathouse.
Lunch was on their sunny deck overlooking the 'port'.
Fabulous way to end another day in paradise.