Much of the coffee didn’t make it into the pot
while you were in Seattle. (or Spring Vacation).
Something about pear blossoms here.
But I drank the coffee that made it into the pot.
I took all the spices out of the cheap rack,
placing the spices onto the middle shelf of the
tall white cabinet in our kitchen. (our new treasure).
Also, we got a new coffee table after three years.
