Ah, the dance of the broccoli head. Only a few are blessed with a glimpse of it's performance on the night of the first half moon in the first month of a leap year. What an honor it is to have this rare treat. Such grace, such poise, such prosaic elegance.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Nora, you amaze me.
I love Bean more every day.
Post a Comment