Tuesday, September 18, 2012


For me, Kansas means the following things (I mean, besides tornadoes, Toto, and fields of corn):

The Louisburg Cider Mill,

Lost Trail Rootbeer and fresh apple-cider donuts,

(Brown-Eyed Boy is already hooked),

and Mr. Brown Eyes' blissfully, beautifully, blessedly crazy family.

As long as it's not the dead of winter, I love Kansas.

The end.

Your friend,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

1 comment:

Kolena locksa said...

That donut looks heavenly.