I often think of myself as some kind of flower.
Most often as an aging tulip. Ruby red in parts still, but with petals beginning to disarray. I love the brightness and colours still....a little brassy but with what I would like to consider some class.
But enough of this navel gazing. I think its time to dust off the overalls and join my family down the cricket field for this year's beer festival.
July 2020 - the cats are getting sick of me....
3 weeks ago