Yesterday afternoon, we took full advantage of it. Jim took a book and I took some needlework and camped in our Adirondacks until suppertime.
and the next breeze would bring a waft of fragrance from the iceberg roses.
There is an old Southern saying: Don't sew on Sunday. For every stitch; you'll cry a tear.
I'm glad I'm not superstitious....they would have to be tears of joy....it was heavenly.
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