Breda has an enchanting post describing her “moment”.
Nice. I’ll do mine.
Sittin’ in front of the garage smelling something weird. The radio’s playing tunes from the 60’s & my cigar went out. Gas is leaking from a motorcycle. Glad cigar is out. Fix the leak & ponder the wonders of not smelling gasoline. Otherwise, it smells pretty good out here in the woods. Chipmunk chatters on the stone wall- head shot- he’s done. Fox will clean up tonight. It’s gettin’ dark out here, & my beer’s gone.
Ok, so I’m not the poet Ms. B is; I’m better at math…
Pine tar, 34 years ago today
1 hour ago