I love you the best
Better than all the rest
I love you the best
Better than all the rest
That I met in that summer
Indian summer
I love you the best
Better than all the rest
Of course, without the music, Krieger's hauting slide, and Manzarek blues based keyboards, and Johm Desmores stick work its does not have the magic, but this 'Indian Sumer of ours', is both needed, and sad as we have not had much of a summer, and I think that makes the current weather a tad more sad, even though we are also loving it.
As you can see above we hae a fruit, of the 'summer', but where are the rest, there should be at least 10, not 1.
OK I confess, I'm a bit of a grump at the mo, but I'm in pain, and there fore its ok.
Some creatures are having more fun.
Well its a chilli tatsing tommorrow, the penultimate one. Next weekend will be the big one, should be the big one, hopefully the gang from Dorset will pop up, if they can drag themselves away form the beach.
As I gaze to my right, through the glass, I can see the sun sinking out of sight, as it departs us, there is a chill comming down, and a hint of mist rolling through the valley. Time for a hot bath, followed by a garlic burger.
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