tub from the somber remains of his childhood home.
The drive take an hour, and we stopped along the way to check out a flea market in Camp Verde. John bought some tools for stone masonry and I picked up some local honey and a cast iron souffle pan.
I feel a bit like a house wife with two step children dogs named Cedar and Rose. We live in a little shack, having grown tired of the merry-go-round. The house wife feelings will pass as the farmers market starts up and I get some air in the bike tires.
Eliphante transitions over to the vineyard in mere weeks.
How shall it all play out?
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