Well, I only mention daffodils because they are pretty. They are a nice flower and make me go back to my childhood whenever I see one. Going back to your “happy place” is a great thing when things are flying at you at the speed of food poisoning.
I’ve had to remember my happy place several times this week, but mostly the weekend. I don’t think I can go too much into the details here, but I will say this…
We are one less rider in the rodeo…and one less rodeo for a ride!
So how does that tie into the life looking through a fence??? When you take something that isn’t yours but belongs to Uncle Sam, that is the view you will have from now on.
Peace, love, and The Club for cars…
Prodigal Thinker 