The oak leaf hydrandea off the back of the sunroom is in it's mid-summer's blush. basking in the sun, swaying gently in the breeze, with leaves so full and supple even Adam and Eve would jones for their coverage, their soft caress. Just sayin...
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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