Just how bold is Jannie getting? You’ll have to check it out here, on one of my favorite blogs in the universe.
And see?! I CAN actually post a single picture here on my blog without it leading to 17 pictures and 1200 words! Who knew?
But wait! A photo editd in for Hilary, to hopefully better show the chainsawed hole in the decking around the tree. Here…
And Hilary, when you mouse over and read what I’ve named this photo, just think of it as a swimming grotto fed by natural cool springs, with hanging golden pothos ivy, bounganvillea and that bridal wreath plant draped ’round.
Someplace warm and not too far from a sandy beach.
A respite for midnight dips, with champagne and hollandaise breakfasts.
Followed by a morning of strolls in shady parks, lunch in the shaded piazza, and an afternoon passed whispering to 600–to 1200 year-old art. Art that whispers, sings, and smiles back.
And one more, Hilary!