A cherished trinket...

As I'm reaching into the dusty corner of my closet looking for something warmer to wear, I fondly reach into a pocket of my summer shorts bound for the laundry. There in the pocket I find a trinket of the summer holiday, a souvenir. It's not much, a half curled leaf still attached to a twig plucked on a summer walk . A memento from a dear friend , nature, whose rays of sunshine dive into my memories. Here in Wisconsin we are turning the page of seasons. It's a well known manuscript whose story is familiar to all of us Midwesterners who call Wisconsin home. Farewell dear friend , you will be missed and all the gifts you bring.

you bring!

Add Some Holiday Cheer...

to everyone and everything around you. Here at GoGo, Christmas is more than a gift and mistletoe. It's a a way to shout out to the friends and family in our lives that we love them and have hearts filled with gratitude for all they bring to our lives. Santa and his elves and all the traditional holiday cheer is something we enjoy, but our on our tables we spread our real love with homemade treats as gifts that make our loved ones smile.

August in Wisconsin....

How many of us have had the blessings to have been a child enjoying summers in Wisconsin? Who remembers the long summer days filled with long rows of lush green corn stalks...knee high by the fourth of July. Or perhaps listening to the distant mooing of cows in a field grazing ands swinging their tails lazily in the heat of the sun. I had the additional blessing of a grandmother who had a large garden every summer. It was by the machine shed on the old family farm. Large and rectangular, it was lined with zinnias, perhaps the most whimsical touch for a plot of land meant to provide the essential ingredients of sustenance. Ten rows of vegetables were perfectly straight and tilled by my grandpa each spring. In the heat of August, the crusted rows of dirt became hardened and crunchy under my shoes. But the rows of lush green vegetables, in particular the tomatoes, those large plants that looked like the dress skirts of an antebellum bride, burst with beautiful red fruit. Oh to taste that tomato of hers again. From her hand to my mouth and a sprinkle of salt in between, every bite was delicious. What a blessing and joy it is to be in Wisconsin in the summer.