I spent my January birthday basking in the sunshine and tropical plants of Florida, but for Dylan's birthday, I had another thought. I'd been nurturing a seed of an idea for a while - a trip to loud, colorful New Orleans. Equipped with a local's guide to New Orleans, we took in as many experiences as we could.
Beach Plum Farm is a far cry from the necessary scrappiness of most working farms. It's an inspiration and an unobtainable aspiration, which makes languishing in its herb gardens and eating at the outdoor tables all the more appealing. It makes me hungry just reminiscing about it, so as I drool nostalgically, I invite you to vicariously languish in the gardens, meet the livestock and take in the Amish-built barn.
This trip and these photos were from a different time, but I wanted to preserve them, wanted to share them here. Just like everything on this blog, they were part of my story, just as a new navigation is also part of my story.