By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp. - Cormac McCarthy Saturday morning I woke up early to get ready for the King. Big coronation ceremonies don’t happen every weekend so Arle and I figured we’d better tune in. I’m no royalist either; to me: they don’t make sense. But I’m guessing that, to them: I don’t make much sense either. And so it goes.
Fire pit---s'mores required.
Who the heck does Charles think he is, anyway? The King of England? Oh. Wait . . . ,
Happy Mother’s Day, Arle ♥️
Lucky man, you, my friend. Never doubt it.
That was fg great, Thank you Serge