The Way Things Are...

Breakfast at The Front Porch Cafe is literally a walk through the woods, then a right onto a road that leads past a cemetery. For us this is rural living.Although our thirteen year old night-owl was sleepy and less than jazzed for the walk, she was a good enough sport and her company made us the foursome we are.The last time we had breakfast out was in Disney World when every morning started with breakfast in a self-serve place at our resort. ( I loved the mickey mouse waffles and had them twice.)So after an eight months, we put on our coats and took a walk.The whole family.