Since the last norther, the days have been to savor. Early morning coffee on the patio, walking the paths in the garden, enjoying the fresh air and my morning coffee, a hot thick brew of the sort they brewed in the land of Moo, in the Neolithic age, ever so long ago. I examine the growth, getting so thick, and the mystical spaces being created, where magic dwells. I put forth mental tentacles and draw upon the arcane powers there. Ha. Ha. Truly it is very nice. NICE. That is the operative word.
Eat NICE!
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