White Dog sat with me watching the rain. It was dreary and moody as night fell but our neighbors across the street had added a string of lights along the edge of their portal...and they cast a wet light that made their front porch seem like an impressionist painting. "Sometimes I so enjoy the gentle sadness," said my too much like momma Girl.
"Well on a brighter note on this damp night we are having a special dinner. Is everyone ok with mussels simmered broth with French fries baked in garlic oil?"
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A good and delicious meal always makes things a bit less dreary! :)
mom used to like the rain but now she worries about all the animals outside and it is hard to enjoy it
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