Molly the Mule’s journey as experienced in ‘My Life as a Mule’ is the perfect companion.
But don’t take my word for it, read the lastest review on Amazon.
Happy reading . . . and here’s to an awesome 4th of July!
xoxoxo Sj xoxoxo
Without nary an announcement that this non-native could decipher, summer arrived and set up camp in every corner of the city.
Just two days ago, I was wearing the silk long underwear that my mom lent me as PJs; it was that cool at night. Now, I’ve taken the comforter out of the duvet cover. And I may not even need that (the duvet cover, that is).
Earlier today, sweat was running down my arms rivalling that of my experience in Cambodia five years ago.
Summer has arrived.
And with it are some of the most magnificent flowers. They can be seen all over the city in various public gardens.
And smelt . . . at the Parc de la Tête d’Or, next to the roman theatre, and in the rose garden near the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière. All over the city, the sweet odour of roses has been catching my attention.
Here are a few of my favs.
Enjoy!
✫ Sj ✫
