There it was, sitting just as he said, mostly out of site, at the top of the steps- a welcome sight after a long day. Its contents had been emptied, so I went inside to see what it had contained. I opened the door, and inside I found four cold precious wonderful containers, full to the brim. I pulled the open one out, and tipped it- its contents spilling into the glass I held. A sip reaffirmed the truth- fresh cold milk straight from a glass bottle straight from the local dairy, is a wealth of riches and we are indeed truly blessed to once again, have this simple pleasure at our finger tips. Ah, another hidden beauty of owning a home- milk delivery to a milk box on the deck. Yep, yuppy milk box- the new millennium version- a cooler- with the dairy’s name on it. Could anything be better?
Ramblings from Christy and Doug