The fog is like a cage without a key.After 2 beautiful days of sunshine, I got complacent. I thought Spring was here. I was clearing the soil, wondering why Lowe's didn't have their spring plants yet. Then this morning, I opened the blinds and just gave out a big sigh!! What happened? Winter is still breathing down my neck. . . . .and cooling my bones. Once the fire was going in the stove, I warmed up and remembered it is still January. Anything can happen. Best of all, I leave in 10 days for Lo de Marcos, a truly sleepy town with a beach to die for and a kind of laid back ambiance. Which hopefully my Canadian cuz, will let me vegetate and enjoy a "peace" of paradise.
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Well, aren't we a prolific, little, busy bee these days...putting me to shame, I must say.
Well, you can sit on your arse all you want, but I am going to be working mine, baby. I took a picture of it and clearly, much of it must go !!
love under the coco palms (ouch),
Senorita Bodega Grande
Love he fog picure! I much prefer he sun hough. Can' wai o hear abou our beach advenures!
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