We had the opportunity to visit the tiny town of Mundare. (Isn’t that the first place you bring your out of town guests??)
It’s the oddest thing. . .
We spent a few of our early growing up years in a tiny town, and those years hold some of our fondest memories.
Mundare was like going back in time. . .
Well. . .
Except for the sausage. . .
We didn’t have a sausage in Yarrow.
Mundare is famous for it’s sausage however. . .
So lunch had to include sausage. . .
And, if I wanted to go back and recreate my childhood. . .
There is some serious incentive to move to Mundare!
On top of all this fabulous- ness
My sister Lisa is flying in on Monday and staying for four days!
Sisters are a beautiful thing!