It appears that young Maggie did not care about comfort
the day she licked up discarded cooking wine.
MGW thought Maggie was ill…until
she smelled Maggie’s breath. 🙂
About ten days after autumn rain
grass seeds begin to pop through
seeking warm sunshine.
Perhaps the rope is not as tangled
as it could be…
..so I added some rectangles of
which there are plenty.
I was wishing some of the tourists had stayed away
the day we visited Rome’s