I drag a chair over by the sliding door and work the needle until the sun falls below the tree line.
The window of time? 45 minutes? Less if it's the least bit cloudy.
It goes as quick and sweet as a bowl of ice cream.
What's your sweet treat?
The day started out so fine. Bright sun, mild humidity, everything green and wild. I just goggled at it for a few minutes before it dawned on me that it was June 4. And I had to do the math, 47 years ago Jim and I got married. If you haven't ever been to As Long as Love Allows, here's an anniversary story
It's hard to celebrate alone, but I rummaged this out of a file and am sending it out to Jimmy. Of all the things people use the internet for, there is no better use than this. A new song for an old love and a mesmerizing video with lyrics.
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untitled watercolor on paper, 24"x36" |