Middle age did sneak up on the baron and baroness and did surprise us with a moment of quiet, reflective thought.
A couple of weeks ago, Spring Break descended on the Big Haus and with it the absence of university students normally seen in these environs. Our two eldest children had long since vanished and the younger two, in high school and possessed of monies and wheels, set off on a road trip to see their sister in Portland.
The Haus, beside what you see here, was empty.
In nigh on 27 years, we are not sure that we two, The Oracle and The Amazing Missus had ever spent a night alone on the estate. Stunned, we got a drink and sat down. A tripod and a timer captured the action.
That is me on the left.