|Frangipani at sunset|
|Sonny looking quite elegant|
|Good night, Vieques|
|Little Bit/Nikoli practicing for the tightrope act|
For some reason, this song was in my head this morning. It's an old song, written and sung by some old friends. Friends I fully blame for any weirdness that I might carry around and exhibit today. Their music infiltrated and subverted pretty much my whole life path...and except for one who has gone on ahead of us, they are still making music today, separately and sometimes together, lo these 40 plus years later. Thanks, Cowboy(s), for leading me down a strange and wonderful garden path. It really is all your fault!
Have a subdued Sunday! Do something quietly subversive.
|Pan gave me a couple of branches of this plant, which I stuck in the ground and got - magic!|