I am a New Englander, a Southerner, my own woman, Rex's daughter, a quivering mass of contradictions. Nothing here means any more or less than you want it to mean. This and a buck fifty will get you coffee. But it's me. And I really like that.
As a solitary, I don't celebrate the holidays with other people often. Every so often, though, I get a chance to do so. Last night was one of those every so oftens. We danced. We laughed. We gave thanks. We celebrated. It was lovely.
4 comments:
Oh, that looks like it was really nice. Happy belated Summer Solstice! I miss you.
Beautiful! Happy Solstice to you, Pobble!
Happy Solstice to you both!
Blessed Be, Pobble!
And Happy Solstice! (I love celebrating summer...)
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