As the sun goes down, the twinkle lights come on and it still feels warm enough to stay in big red chairs, drink beer an talk of far away places that seem so near outside when there are no shadows.


As the sun goes down, the twinkle lights come on and it still feels warm enough to stay in big red chairs, drink beer an talk of far away places that seem so near outside when there are no shadows.


Ah, if only… We’re shivering with wet snow blowing in horizontally from the east. It’s made for a miserable Easter weekend. Even spring flowers are reluctant to bloom. Can you send us some sun please.
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What a great description of an enjoyable evening outside in this weather.
Thanks, Carol.
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Its national poetry month. Setting my hand to that. Always inspired by photos of course.
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You are off to a good start.
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