It sometimes feels as if Rome is paradise. Fruit dangling, birds of paradise, magic light. Here is the yield of this weekend.
It seems that I’m most current on Mondays. We have returned from Rome where we didn’t play tourists but instead mostly remained at home with amore’s relatives and ate. This is how it goes when you live in paradise. Oh, and I wrote a poem. Okay, I walked the dog too and this is the plant and animal life that we encountered.