Purple petunias from the butterfly garden at Como Park.
I'm in the middle of getting psychologically ready to attend the 50th anniversary of my high school graduation in Coleraine. I plan to go look at the yearbook - the Blast - and then try to recognize the faces after the damage done by 50 years of Father Time. Luckily I haven't changed a bit.
I may bring along the antique ax I have that used to belong to Abe Lincoln. Of course it's had 5 new handles and 3 new heads.
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Groan. That old saw! (I mean ax.)
Rest is good. Remind me to plant some purple petunias in the spring.
Have fun with the gang of Greenway geezers.
Sorry about the ax story. I seem to feel that it's my responsibility to keep the old chestnuts alive, as representative of a sort of a family attribute.
It took me a minute to get the ax thing...hilarious! I'm going to use it!
DoN: You have made my day, and my life worthwhile with your laughter. I'll see if I can dredge up some other old saws ... I mean axes.
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