A recent sunny morning (not today) with fog in the river valley.
I have no plan for what to get working on first while Ken is gone. On Sunday I moved the living room furniture and carpet and cleaned the floor. The spirit moved me. So we'll see what the spirit has in store today, other than tracking Ken's flight to the US on the internet.
We clearly have different spirits. I have nary a one that moves me to clean. Anyway, nice pano.
ReplyDeleteThose little white vans in the vineyards are such a familiar sight to us now.
ReplyDeleteA post for you just because. http://www.neatorama.com/2013/10/17/French-Toast-Isnt-French-Heres-How-It-Got-Its-Name/
ReplyDeletestuart, well, somebody's got to do it...
ReplyDeleteleon, they're everywhere.
cheryl, ah, yes. His brother, Marvin, who lived in Schenectady, invented yellow mustard. He knew how to use the apostrophe. That's how we have, wait for it, French's Mustard!