Why on earth it matters
Is the wonder, that big magic
Where this leads is that guess
I edged the planters out front and made both lunches of that needed and one who could use one and drank my wine. I’m not 100% of the 50 gallons lawn leaf litter. I got to create smiles. I dream of eggplant Parmesan
The magic is lost of course. I haven’t been to this place in so long (12 years ) that I can’t even find it. Yet memory persists that never ever did I have a better old American tastes of the 70’s in Italian eggplant parm /mozzarella. On a hogue would be any better (FairPlay Colorado or “South Park” like that cartoon) but is it really? Road trip through time to the best of now chasing magic !!
Of course I’m stuck in Florida making occasional green chili pots. Pissin’ and moaning I’m somewhere 3lse! And I’m out of wine…
Pinot Gris just won’t do with eye-talian
I badly want a pizza at least. Damn it.
The front is half weeded and edged. Seriously! I’m like hungry. Do you understand? The season finally shifted. It’s nicer a moment in mornings/nights. I’m so bad off – I could make a pan of middle in white wine cream if I suddenly hit the wrong section of the store. I could just as easily tandor chef chicken masala but I might take out two. I still want eggplant parm. Spicy. Eff your pasta.