I love the sixties!

Today when I went out in my role as the substitute garbage escort, I was greeted with a cool breeze. And after breakfast and baths, we headed out to the grocery and the car thermometer said it was a luxurious sixty eight. By the afternoon, it was warmer but the clear blue skies and a few fluffy clouds were beautiful.

Of course in less than 24 hours it was in the steamy eighties again.


Papa said…
The SIXTIES are WERE pretty good !

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