I remember sitting in the boys room at our little farm, all crowded around the computer to see photos of Monticello. We took a virtual tour. We never thought we would be here.
|Jefferson's grave in the family cemetary.|
|Briony-Anne's flip-flop broke so she limped-lopped through the underground service areas.|
|We all wore our new Polyface t-shirts!|
|The incredible vegie garden overlooks the the beautiful scenery. The summer house in the background is where Jefferson read every evening.|