beekman 1802

today, we made it to sharon springs. 

we lunched at the Black Cat Cafe, 

gushed over the Lebanese potato salad,  

walked up and down main street, 

marveled at the old historic hotels, 

daydreamed about winning the lottery 

   and buying the empty storefront a few doors down from the Mercantile store, 

fantasized about the town and what it was like back in its hay day, 

stopped in at the Mercantile shop, 

chatted up Megan, 

bought some Cajeta caramel sauce and goats milk soap, 

drove by the actual Beekman farm like a coupla papparazzi, 

and took a zoomed in shot of brent as he was working in the yard.

i am such a dork.

but, what a great day.