"Don't take my picture" yelled one only half-jokingly. I wanted to reply, "I'm not here to take pictures of sweaty, old, men" but instead I just replied, " I won't." Imagine the arrogance of thinking I'd want a photo of him!
No fragrance because the park is swarming with bees, mosquitoes, and pirate bugs.
I wore this the day before-same park, different outfit.
1950's Sporteens wool skirt-Hand-Me-Ups
1970's Western blouse-Can't remember
Geiger wool jacket-Hand-Me-Ups
Brooches-Both Hand-Me-Ups (the larger owl was lost in the grass, and found the following day, just as the bracelet was. Strange.)
Boots-Goodwill years and years ago
We'll give the birdie search one more chance tomorrow, but I'm not hopeful. Still, with such lovely weather I can't say I really mind. Next week looks to be much cooler.
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