Cafe Del Solveig was open for business early this morning, with hot coffee and plates of bacon, fried eggs and jammy English muffins. It was a perfect. Even the toast, made in the world's worst toaster, cooperated. Notice in the background that the boys have transplanted some new foliage, and it shows promise of providing a fine hedge. Next door neighbors, Sylvia and Al, approve. Not sure if they are liking the green touch or the buffering from rowdy, sun-loving Rolfsruds.
