Ann suddenly, Im stood in the big picture window, the one that overlooks our ................. the son is reflecting off in the slight ruffle caused by the evening breeze, a warm breeze ............ Im in my ratty old PJs (the comfy ones) and I can smell the coffee brewing on the cast iron stove, the Tims are chirping and the checks are cut left in the door by mistake .........I see a lazy curl of smoke ring from the smoke stack at Sharons Place -- and then - is that Mr. Chris Moose of BLUE fame? I step back for a better look. It is my RICKETY WING CHAIR and ask the sock hair chair -- i dont have the nerve to card ///with after all a few more air miles ........ and Mr. Moose (it was a bull) drinks the rich eight pack of birth beer and the meanders to nibble before wandering off ... im still caught in the awe of the time with that inviting cuppa joe bask
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 10:18:48 +0000
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