Blue skies, gentle sunshine, dappled shade, a gentle breeze, open spaces for as far as the eye can see.
A newspaper by the lake and brewed coffee. And nothing that I have to do.
All I need now is a corn fed farmer boy in overalls - his grand parents came here from Sicily in the fifties. Young Nick - the third generation of Nicks in his family. Maybe, a motor bike and a Blue Healer named Chopper. Most likely a killer smile, certainly eyes for me.
3 comments:
Wow! So now you're developping a double personality! Amazing!
Lol!
Hope you're fine! :-)
You mean my comment to myself? I was just testing if my comments were working, as nobody has commented on my blog for the longest time. I was wondering if it was all working properly?
Sure!
No further explanations required!
Lol!
(I've just had the laugh of the day! Thanks!)
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