On my last nerve…

Every Summer my head is filled with romantic visions of how I will spend the lazy, hazy days. This year I decided we would plant ourselves at Longshore - our local municipal country club - the children playing happily around my long skirts as we breezed across to the pool, a beatific smile on my face as the children beamed with joy, leaping in and out of the water and behaving like angels.

I thought of this yesterday, as the children sat in the back seat of the jeep, on the way to the farm in Eas

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Published on August 28, 2009 15:10
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