Saturday’s coffee was at a small inn about twenty minutes east of Madison, Wisconsin.
Anne and I decided to get away for a few days before I head back to work on Monday. When we made these plans we expected it would be a snowy weekend. But we arrived yesterday afternoon to 55 degree temperatures and a sunny sky this morning.
We’ve been to Madison several times. Usually with a purpose. We would come to take our daughter to the University. We would come to march around the Capitol for union rights. But we’ve never come just to come.
The great summer farmers’ market that surrounds the capitol isn’t here, of course. But a smaller winter version