tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265855594637411244.post1280452245596042566..comments2023-06-22T06:01:39.849-07:00Comments on An International Tea Moment: A Junie None MomentJenPiccottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518970169815844432noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265855594637411244.post-76340144724135740792011-05-20T10:22:06.350-07:002011-05-20T10:22:06.350-07:00You'd think they'd try and gussy up the na...You'd think they'd try and gussy up the name a bit. Like "Prune Orchard," as your grandfather did. A Pruneyard sounds like a place where prunes go to die.<br /><br />And of course, you already know the other part of our adventure to the tea room. I finally got to meet your mom! She's a blast! I'm so thrilled I got to meet her after hearing so much about her. What are the odds? Out of all the tea rooms in all of Silicon Valley, she walks into mine!JenPiccottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02518970169815844432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265855594637411244.post-45802698116216966732011-05-20T08:27:40.038-07:002011-05-20T08:27:40.038-07:00I am pretty sure "The Pruneyard" used to...I am pretty sure "The Pruneyard" used to be a pruneyard :) I am sure you were hoping for more information than that, but I wanted to confirm for you that the obvious is correct. The whole valley used to be orchards and my grandpa had a prune orchard somewhere, and we still have some ancient equipment they used.Cindyhttp://clicker09.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com