Yes, yes-- I know. No one would ever take "city of light" crown away from Paris, France-- no one could. And yet, I must tell you-- Providence?
Let's just say, the sun is not immune to her come hither energies.
Sun. Sun. Sun. And we're not even going to talk about the sunsets--- just a pretty little town that seems to be a pretty well-kept secret.
Yesterday, the dogs and I went out in search of yellow, which as it turns out, wasn't hard to do. Of course, it meant peering around all the lovey dovey couples entwined everywhere we went--- oh, spring-- no one can resist you least of all youth which is so susceptible to bliss.
What do the dogs do while I stand about and shoot? Why they sit good as gold and appear as puzzled as first-year algebra students. Surely they must wonder what on earth I am looking at.
DAISY: Really? Trashcans?
HENRY: Cut her some slack. She doesn't get out much.