Sometimes you just have to let the feathers fall where they may. Yes, my Huckleberry Friend.
"You just described every great success story."
It's getting to be Farmer's Market weather...oh, how I miss Union Square and its apple cider donuts. An apple feast-- fresh gala apples, the cinnamon-sugary donut, and hot cider.
I need a vacation. And a tiara. And a Fred Baby.
2 comments:
oo apple cider donuts!
...bubble baths and hot tea maybe?
Lovely photograph, lovely blog.
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