I’m looking forward to this day. Brunch as the carriages prance by. Soothing sounds of Alphonse Picou and the High Society flow through the air. My ears pleased…blessed.
I take my coffee black. Isn’t this us? You with your cream and sugar. Me, straight up. One should start the morning with coffee and end it with wine. We will one day let the Queen Ann sang us to sleep. What a southern treat.
In My Tree,